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Embarrassing Her

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Daze_Earth

“Hey, Holly!"

Linda waved, though the expression on the brunette's face did not match that of her niece, waiting at the pick-up bay at the train station. It was as busy as ever there, barely any time at all for Holly to huff and sweep her blonde hair out of her face, falling in a straight, sheer glow that day, though Linda was always struck by how tall she was, more so in comparison to Linda's five (short) feet in height. Even when she'd been younger than her current nineteen years of age, Holly had always been shooting up like a sprout, gaining inches every time her aunt saw her.

Holly, however, didn't care as much for her aunt as Linda did for her, though Linda thought that they had a closer relationship than they did too, especially since she was only twenty-five. She'd always envied her small, petite frame, being larger and stronger, confident in herself but making a mockery of the older woman's delicacy. How she could ever go around like that, acting all high and mighty with her little nose stuck quite firmly in the air, was beyond Holly, though she'd never let on to her mother either that she thought Linda was quite snobbish.

Still, she must have made enough of a pretence at liking Linda for her to consider it true, chattering away happily to Holly as her niece slung her suitcase in the back of the car with a hefty thump.

“Oh, you've already done your bags and didn't need any help!"

Linda's exclamation drew a sullen look from Holly. It was not as if her aunt, after all, had offered help. Though that was pretty typical.

“No, I'm fine. Can we stop for food on the way back? I'm starving."

Holly didn't need to be as blunt as she was, though the blush rising to her aunt's cheeks softened her, just a tiny little bit. Not enough for her to stop checking out the older woman, of course, sneaking glances and long looks when Linda wasn't aware, though she didn't much think that her aunt was aware of anything much but herself. Despite everything, she could not deny that Linda was drop-dead gorgeous with her long, thick hair, lightly curled in long, loose waves that day, glossy to a fault. She had fine collarbones too, exposed with the scoop neck of her blouse, the buttons for appearances only, not functional, as was the case with much women's clothing. But it exposed the swell of her breasts in a way that had Holly's heart beating a little more quickly.

Sure, it was probably a little messed up to be attracted to her aunt…but it wasn't as if she was going to do anything. Just a look, a little checking her out. But she'd be able to get in as much of that as she wanted while Linda's husband was away and she was staying with her.

That wasn't so bad.

She didn't say much, making the bare minimum of polite conversation until they got back to Linda's home, the large, detached house set with a big front garden sweeping down next to the driveway. It spoke of the comfortable amount of money that both her and her husband made and Holly scoffed inwardly. One day, she'd have that too, but she didn't see why Linda had to benefit from it all so openly, when it mostly came from her husband, being that she was just a nursery teacher.

Linda smiled and helped Holly with her bags, getting her settled in the living room and showing her to her bedroom, the guest bedroom where Holly had stayed before. Even though holly didn't need to be shown where anything was, she did it anyway, just in case she'd forgotten. But Holy was, ultimately, a grown woman and could find things for herself too, she was sure. She could have the maid who came in make sure that Holly's room was extra nice for her in the week, she thought, not that she had lifted a finger to clean herself in, well, years. Linda probably wouldn't have even known where such basic cleaning supplies were even kept.

She didn't notice how Holly looked at her, groaning as she tripped, stubbing her toe on the top stair.

“Ow! I'm always doing that," she grumbled, her mood darkening a little, sullying with the reminder of her own clumsiness and the pain searing through her big toe. “Well, I'll let you get settled then, Holly, all the numbers for the usual takeout places are on the table if you get hungry later. The maid has stocked the fridge too, take whatever you want. I'm going to take a shower."

She smiled, though it was a bit of a watery smile, one that did not light up her eyes with any kind of warmth. Damn it, why did she have to be so clumsy? If she could be tripping over something, dropping something, fumbling with something, she would be, no questions asked, no exceptions. Even slipping into her bedroom and then the shower was something Linda had to think about, pain making her temper flare, the edges hot in the back of her mind.

No matter though. She tried to shove it from her mind, thinking of her niece, her clothes yanked off and left on the floor for the maid, not bothering to check if the door to her room was unlocked while she headed through to the en-suite bathroom. Holly could have the main family bathroom, if she wanted it, though Linda liked her privacy, modesty one of the things that she held in high regard. Even her swimsuits and bikinis were on more of the demure side, though that didn't stop her little clumsy accidents happening, a slip here and a shift of material there, to bring a fresh rise of embarrassment to her.

The shower flowed over her hotly and she turned her face up into the near scalding stream, sighing softly.

“Oh, yeah, that's the stuff…"

Little did she know that Holly skulked in the hallway, poking her head into her aunt's bedroom, a wicked little smirk on her face. Hearing only the rush of steam from the shower, she grinned and withdrew for the cupboard at the top of the stairs, where the gas boiler was housed. It was due replacing for something more modern, but as the shower was heated as it was used, simply knocking off the boiler…

“Oops!"

Holly laughed as she turned it off, head turned expectantly towards the bedroom, the cracked door and the inner door to the bathroom. It took a few moments for the remaining hot water to flow, but she knew just when it had dropped to icy cold when the shriek came.

“Agggghhhhh!"

Linda fled the cold water of the shower, thankfully a walk-in shower cubicle, as the water shocked her to the core with a chill that could not be shaken off. Tripping over the lip of the cubicle, she slammed into the door, knocking it open where it bounced off the opposite wall, slipping over herself in her haste to get out from the cold. She fumbled, turning and bashing at the controls some, but, frankly, Linda had never gotten to grips with the intricacies of them. Not that they were that complicated, but what reason had she to worry about something like that before?

“What the…heck?"

Linda stifled the curse. She couldn't say that, had to be sensible, for she had to keep her language to herself when she was around the kids, after all. Storming out of the bathroom, she groaned and rubbed at her skin, a towel snatched up and wrapped around her, though it didn't help much.

Outside the bedroom door, Holly grinned, enjoying the show, even if she could only hear part of it.

Time to mess with her aunt a bit more…

Holly knocked on the door, the picture of innocence, knowing that her aunt was naked on the other side.

“Helloooo?" She said obnoxiously. “Anyone in there?"

“Oh, yeah – Holly?" Linda rubbed at her skin, exposed and flushed with the smart of lingering cold, hair wet and clinging to her neck and shoulders like rat tails. “What do you want?"

“Oh, I was just wondering…" Holly dragged out the words. “What are we doing for dinner?"

“Takeout, remember? You can choose whatever, you know."

Linda rolled her eyes. Had Holly forgotten already? But all Holly had done was take the opportunity to crack open the door a little more, peeking into the room just to get a glimpse of Linda. She was fortunate too, Linda with her back turned to the door, giving her a good view of her firm, round butt. Linda said she did Pilates or something like that, but that wasn't something Holly cared about.

Holly smirked, enjoying the show, only withdrawing after her eyes had slid to the dressing table mirror, giving her a flash too of Linda's large breasts. Damn, that was a good show!

Sitting on the bed, re-dressed in an expensive dress that at least made her feel a little bit better, though her brassiere wasn't doing much of a good job of containing her chest, Linda groaned and flicked through her phone. Scrolling through social media, jumping from one app to the other, nothing caught her attention. She needed to take her mind off things, though seeing a new post jump up from Angela (that bitch, though she never, ever would have said that aloud) with her very own husband was hardly something to ease anything for Linda!

Her jaw dropped, staring in disbelief at the picture of Angela with her arms around Linda's husband's neck, Sam not looking at all bothered by what was going on. From the lighting, it had been at some restaurant or whatever, but Linda didn't remember it.

Getting all cosied up with Sam, the caption read, Linda's stomach seething and roiling with heated fury. I won't tell if you don't!

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“What the frick?"

She could not contain her language as she startled up, storming around the room, a pillow hitting the wall, though Linda barely remembered through it. Like a child, she squealed and shrieked, hands balled up into fists, pummelling the pillows, the bed, flailing like a creature possessed. There was fair reason to her fury, though her temper was legendary, even though it tended to express itself in ways that were not becoming on a woman in her mid-twenties.

“What's wrong?"

Holly popped her head in, eyes wide. Scoffing, Linda shrugged.

“Oh, just that…woman, Angela, thinking she can get her claws into my husband again…" She swore, not wanting to hold it all in, not then. “She's always doing things like this… She thinks that Sam would be better off with her, though she's never said it to my face."

Holly's eyes glinted. Oh, it was almost the perfect way to put her plan into action. And someone who was an archenemy to Linda too tied up in the mess of the plan? That was more perfect than even she could have planned!

“That sucks," Holly said insincerely, “but I know what you could do to get back at her. I don't know if you'd want to go that far though, auntie…"

The term didn't feel right in her mouth, but she used it anyway, emboldened by how Linda paused.

“Go on…"

“Well…" Holly shrugged. “You could invite them all to something like an all-expenses-paid spa day…but screw with them. Strip Angela down and humiliate her in front of everyone, all you'd have to really do is steal her clothes and then she'd be done for!"

It was not something that Linda would have usually done, as naïve and as childlike as she could be, but that cow deserved it, deserved every teenage-revenge-like punishment that Linda could throw her way. Yeah, she would do it! She'd make her pay for flirting with Sam yet again!

However, once Linda was asleep, later that night, Holly took her phone. There was someone she had to call and her name was Angela…

Holly smirked.

Linda wasn't going to know what hit her.

*

“Wow, this is lovely!"

Linda and Holly paused in the hotel room entranceway, admiring the suite that was connected to an en-suite private bathroom and two bedrooms, allowing both the others and Linda and Holly to all be connected while still having their personal space. Little did Linda know that her personal space was going to be well and truly invaded, as lavish as the room was with sofas dotted around, luxury and relaxation oozing from every corner.

“Come on!" Holly clapped her hands. “We've got to do this… If we rig the water so that the supply is interrupted here, we can make it go freezing when she's in the middle of her shower! The scream will be epic!"

“How do you know all this?" Linda shook her head. “Honestly, Holly…"

“Hey, you do weird things in college, don't knock it! A prank's a prank!"

Yet she didn't tell Linda, as she worked, that the lights would be knocked off too and it wouldn't be Angela who faced a nasty surprise. In fact, Angela probably would enjoy the spa trip a lot more than Linda, who wouldn't have much of a choice other than to rush from the shower, lights off and water cold, in her birthday suit when everything went down.

“You go first though," she said, pushing Linda gently towards the shower. “You don't want to be caught up in the prank or anything, do you? Go shower first and then I'll make sure everything is ready to go!"

Linda smiled, glad that it looked like her niece was finally warming up to her a little bit, nodding and doing as she said, though she had to duck into her own room, emerging with a towel wrapped around her. It hung too low over her large breasts, however, slipping enough in Linda's carelessness as she headed to the shower, unaware of the clumsy show she was giving Holly.

Linda muttered as she stepped into the shower, knocking her knee on the sliding door as she did so. Why was the floor already wet? As if she needed that! Though the glint of water shining under the softer, more tasteful bathroom lighting reminded her to be careful.

It didn't help much, however, not as she bashed her elbow, soap slipping out of her hands as she bent down to pick it up. But she had to make sure she was as clean and as fresh as possible, her hair perfect before even heading down to the spa, all so that she would “look her best" when her rival was completely and utterly humiliated.

Yeah! She grinned, lathering up her hair with rich shampoo, lemon and black pepper tickling her nostrils. It would all be worth it when Angela was humiliated, naked before everyone. She'd even record it and show that her what for!

Yet what Linda did not expect was the lights to go off as she gasped and stepped back, slipping on the shower floor, which didn't have any spots for grip.

“What on earth?"

Holly's trick for Angela must have kicked in too soon, she thought, though the dousing with ice water was hardly what she wanted either, the shock of cold bringing a gasp to her lips. Rushing and fumbling to escape the hiss of bitterly cold water, she tripped over her own feet stumbling out of the shower in the dark, smacking her hand into the wall, groping blindly for the door.

But where was her towel? She couldn't find it anyway, not as she ran out, streaking for her bedroom, tears in her eyes, though had she found in the main suite was hardly what she'd wanted to see.

All of them there, Angela and the entire group of her friends staring at her, her nudity, her tits and her pussy on display, even down to the shaved smoothness of it! They exploded into raucous laughter, some even holding up phones to record her, Linda shrieking and fleeing for her bedroom door.

“Don't look at me! Oh my god, what's happening!"

Even Holly had tears in her eyes from laughing, doubled over at the waist as her aunt's breasts were on show, bare flesh jiggling in every humiliating way, even though Linda did have a pretty firm arse, to be fair to her. Her aunt grasped the bedroom door handle, helplessly trying to cover herself with her hands at the same time, though no one offered her any help at all or even let her grab anything to cover herself up with. No, they were happier seeing her fail in her humiliation, naked and bare before them all.

“Why won't this open?" She whined, pulling and yanking at the bedroom door, helpless and trembling in her nakedness. “Holly, help me! Oh, this isn't what I wanted at all!"

Yet Holly was not about to do that as she feigned innocence, the door locked from the other side, ensuring that Linda was stuck there for their entertainment. She ran to one of her friends, or someone that she supposed was her friend, begging them for their jacket, though she only laughed all the harder and pulled away, sneaking a slap of her arse before.

“No, gawd, Linda, why do you always have to be so dramatic?"

But it wasn't Linda's fault as she tried to cover up, hunching over, even trying to wind the curtains around her, though that only gave anyone outside a good view of her bare backside, which made them laugh even harder. Angela ripped the curtains away from her in the bright, streaming sunlight, exposing her nudity, hands groping, pinching, squeezing teasing. They didn't care for her comfort, not one bit, as her body was used for their entertainment, her nudity just something that they could laugh at. She had to constantly swap and choose between covering up her pussy or her breasts, tripping over her own feet, for she didn't need anything to stumble over, not really. She was just that awkward in her own body, never quite knowing where she was going as her breasts jiggled and her arms windmilled, desperately trying to keep her balance as she tried to whip back around.

It would have been silly to say that it was not incredibly amusing to see her in such a position while Angela and the people that she had thought were her friends howled with laughter. The touches on her butt and breasts, grabbing for her thighs too, had her squealed, wrenching away with the red-hot horror of true humiliation drenching her.

Minutes passed, agonisingly so, nude and embarrassed, her humiliation turning to anger as she screamed that she hated them, that she was never going to do anything nice for them ever again. Considering that no one had tried to help her and had embarrassed her further, it was not an entirely unfair declaration, even if Linda had planned to do exactly the same thing to Angela.

Eventually, she was allowed back through to her own room, Holly holding up her hands in fake confusion as if she did not know what had happened. That her niece had orchestrated something was out of Linda's mind, as clueless as ever. Whyever would Holly ever do anything bad to her? It just wasn't something she thought about, though it took a lot of persuading from Holly to get her to stay.

Linda shunned the rest for a good hour and a half as she sulked, legs crossed, in a fluffy dressing gown with a hot cup of tea in her hand, ever the drama queen. Though the fluffy gown didn't help her much as she splashed hot liquid onto her bare knees, squealing and reeling back as if she had been burned. In all actuality, it had not scalded her, but the only way that Linda knew how to go about things was by making a fuss.

Holly's apology to her hadn't meant much, not when Linda's temper had driven her to sulk, but the thought of wasting so much money over something that they'd all thought was a joke pulled at Linda. Sure, money came easily in her life, but she still remembered a time back when she had been studying, not too many years ago, when every penny had counted in having a good time and just the day to day of her life. It wasn't in her nature to let something that she had paid for go to waste, which was about the only thing, bar giving her niece a fun time, that got her up.

She'd have to sulk later, though at least she didn't have to talk to anyone in the massage room – even the masseuse would be quiet and not even talk to her if she just looked sulky enough when entering and preparing herself. They allowed her dignity to cover herself while she laid down on the soft, padded massage table, the hole for her face scented lightly with roses.

Linda sighed, eyelids heavy. Already, she could feel a little tension melting from her. Yes, it had been a very stressful day, a remarkably busy one indeed, one that she needed to forget. They could all do something without her if they were going to act like children, though Linda conveniently forgot that her temper tantrums and screaming fits until she got her way hardly made her any better than them. In fact, it was probably truthful that Holly had learned her own behaviour from her mother, Linda's sister.

She had the thought of exposing Angela, going along with their plan, to look forward to, at least, conveniently missing the point that she hadn't exactly liked to have her body on show to everyone too. No, they had a plan to bribe the masseuse, the one that Angela would have, so that she would face the same fate as Linda, naked and bare to all, squirming under their stares while they laughed and laughed and laughed.

The masseuse's hands slid over her shoulders, though Linda had not even looked at her.

“Mmm…"

That was better, much better. But Linda, as innocent as she still was, did not know that there was yet another bribe in place – one that involved her! For the reason that her niece had been so insistent that she had gone for her massage first had been to get the masseuse to expose her instead.

“Here we go!"

The masseuse laughed and Linda blinked, but it was too quick for her to do anything about it, the towel whipped off her body to reveal her bare curves and the round of her buttocks. Cool air tickled her naked skin, Linda sucking in a horrified gasp.

“Ahhhhh – what are you doing?"

She shrieked and grabbed for the towel, though the masseuse only laughed aloud, thinking that Linda was all part of the joke and most certainly in on it too. But the woman's flailing lunge towards her, fingers grasping for the towel and her modesty, didn't convince her, not as she brought her hand down with a sharp smack on her arse.

If Angela's shriek had not alerted the entire spa as to what was going on the first time, the second scream did, a howl of rage breaking her lips, echoing off the walls. The masseuse didn't even have a chance to react as Linda scrambled away, her backside smarting, burning with humiliation, breath wrenched into her lungs with great, wracking heaves.

Out, out, out – she had to get out! She banged into the door, violently and clumsily shoving her way through it, cursing as she bonked her head. Damn it! Her forehead smarted, another note of embarrassment that she had to take in, wheeling down the hallway, a hand over each breast: as if that was going to make any difference. But getting away was all she could try to do, tears in her eyes, burning with humiliation, though anger roiled and seethed. Even if her fury was quite fair, throwing her fists around and skidding into the locker room like a woman running from the law.

She made it to the locker rooms only, though she would have expected to find everyone there, including Holly and Angela, if she had had her wits about her. Their laughter echoed even more horrifically off the walls of the bare changing rooms, pointing and laughing, obviously holding their phones up to take photos.

“Don't look at me!"

She screamed, turning away, hunting for a towel, anything at all to cover herself with, the disparity between her clothed friends and her nude self impossible to miss. Angela's hand whipped out evilly, poking and pinching, even managing to grab and twist one of her nipples as Linda tried to grab at her clothes, as if she could strip Angela and have the status quo returned to something resembling normal.

“Yooowch!"

She slapped Angela's hand away, but there were more hands on her, all over her body, groping and pinching, squeezing her arse and even twisting her breasts just to make her squeal. There was nothing she could do about it as she howled and stormed, eyes teary and her cheeks red with humiliated fury. If it was a joke, it wasn't funny at all!

Of course, she would have joined in with them if it had been Angela in her place, though the thought escaped her head as she tripped over a pair of trainers that had been left on the floor as if perfectly poised for her clumsy self to make use of them. Tumbling down, she shrieked and clonked her elbow, though she had already tried the door, shaking and rattling it, knowing with a sick twist in the pit of her stomach that she was trapped, hopelessly so.

As they all towered over her, camera phones in hand, held up to capture every moment, she knew with a sick feeling sinking deep within her that it was all a mistake.

Though not one that she would not have made again, all for the idea of getting back at Angela…

Maybe that was Linda's problem.

*

Linda did not stay at the spa for long after that. Holly went home with her, though she complained that the day had been cut short, that it was funny, that it was only a joke, even though Linda seethed and drove faster than needed home, her foot inching down on the accelerator pedal.

Linda tried to avoid Holly, perhaps a part of her sensing that the woman was bad news, even after all she'd thought she'd done for her, but the woman was relentless. She asked Linda to try an outfit on, that she had supposedly bought for her as an apology, and Linda had thought that she had come around, that she was trying to make things better.

Yet she didn't expect Holly to instead snatch her clothes off her, while saying all the while that it was just for the outfit, that Linda couldn't possibly put it on if she was wearing clothes already.

“Honestly, auntie, it's as if you don't even know how to undress yourself! Why do you have to make me do it for you?"

Linda fought, red-faced and gasped, though Holly pinched her breast hard, bringing a sharp stab of pain to her side.

“Ouch!"

It was enough for Holy to wrestle Linda's tight shirt off over her head, buttons popping, flying off in all directions, Holly's delight evident. Oh, her aunt was going to get it!

She didn't waste any time, grabbing her arse under the pretence of ripping her yoga pants off her, the tight-fitting clothing showing off her aunt's big backside, the roundness of it, how the flesh jiggled just shifting and touching it. The fabric came down over her arse with difficulty, though the lacey pair of panties framed the thick round perfectly, but Holly pressed on, wanting to see her aunt in the special outfit, slipping her pinching fingers around to her inner thighs.

She ignored Linda's squeal, wrenching her bra off, the clips at the back popping free, though Holly did not care for the destruction she caused, only that she got to relish in her aunt's humiliation.

“Oh, no, auntie – looks like you have to put the outfit on now and accept my apology!"

Her aunt tried to cover her tits, but that left her pussy exposed as Holly took a pair of scissors and playfully snipped the fabric free, not caring for where she caught her aunt's skin. Linda howled, rounding on her, hands dropping to her crotch in an attempt to shield herself.

“What are you doing?"

Linda shrieked even as Holly finally pulled her hands away from her bare, shaved pussy, exposing her fully. Holly only laughed and shrugged and held the outfit up – which was nothing special, from a regular clothing shop, not really an apology but an excuse – her phone in hand, recording everything.

“I was excited to see you in it!" She lied, appreciating her aunt's body even as she turned red, apoplectic with withheld anger. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away!"

Of course, that was a lie, even as Linda forced her from the room, her eyes watery from embarrassment. How many times did she have to get humiliated in front of her niece? Was someone playing a cruel trick on her?

Holly could have left it at that, but Linda took a breath, steadying herself, finding herself again. Holly didn't mean any harm, she was sure of it, though it had not been as bad as before, no. That was why she dressed in a dress that flowed down to her ankles, needing a little more modesty than before, and made her way back down to the living room, the hour growing late. They needed the lights on to see, but that was no worry to Linda.

Bumping into the arm of the sofa, Linda winced and reached her hand out to Holly, not catching the smirk on the younger woman's lips.

“Right, Holly, I was thinking…"

Linda didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as the lights went out with a bang, Linda's shriek cutting through the air. She scrambled and stumbled, tumbling over the arm of the sofa, being that she was clumsy enough even when the lights were on, her heart pounding, her niece's hands…

Wait, what was Holly doing to her? Her hands were everything, pulling and tearing and Linda screamed as her bare tits suddenly flopped out, even under the cover of darkness, all over again.

Just like that, the lights came back on, though the scene that greeted Linda was not one that she wanted to replay. The living room was in disarray, a side table and lamp knocked over, though there was Holly before her with her aunt's dress in her hands and a wide grin stretching her lips.

Cool air brushed Linda's bare skin, her bra tugged down exposing her breasts that had exploded over the top of it, the too-small brassiere struggling to contain them after the scuffle. Linda gasped and cried out Holly's name, though lunging for the dress and ripping it from Holly's hands did not make her feel much better.

“Holly! How could you?"

“I don't know – I was trying to hold onto something and your dress kinda just came off!"

Holly laughed and pointed at her aunt's bare, white buttocks as she ran away, clutching the ruined remains of the dress to her chest.

But Holly did not stop there, following her aunt around the house as she tried to find somewhere to evade her, a spitting fireball the whole time. She loved how Linda did not give in, softening a little when she offered to do the laundry and then falling hook, line and sinker for her ripping her clothes off.

“I can't do the laundry if all your clothes are on you, auntie!"

Linda had screamed beautifully at that, but still did not force Holly away, despite her ineffective fighting back. Just how much would she put up with?

It didn't stop there, Holly allowing Linda to dress again, though she stalked her into the kitchen. Linda was so cautious trying to keep an eye on her that her hands shook to the point that she dropped a teapot, shattering on the kitchen counter.

“So clumsy, auntie! You'll have to be undressed for that – look, there's tea on your dress!"

There was, but it didn't seem to have come from the teapot as Holly shrieked with laughter, her aunt's screams music to her ears. Linda's aunt dress tore down her front, exposing her bra, though not even the fact that it was a dress that went over her shoulders could save her as Holly delighted in destruction. It was a pleasure to do that too, as well as to strip her aunt while leaving her clothes intact, taking her enjoyment both ways. She wouldn't have wanted to get bored, after all!

“You can't do this to me, Linda – you're too old for this kind of game!"

To see her aunt's tits flopping out as she stormed off, the dress dangling, was all she wanted, her chest aching from laughing so much at Linda's expense.

She should have kicked her niece right there and then, storming and stomping childishly around her bedroom as she, once again, made herself decent. She really didn't know why she had put up with things for so long, it was just her niece being who she was. But she wanted to still make things good for Holly and everything she was doing was just a young woman, barely an adult really, despite being legally so, acting out? She didn't know, but she hugged a pillow to her chest, tears in her eyes. Holly must not have known how laughing at her was hurtful, yes, that was it. It was so, so hurtful.

Lying on her bed, she took time to collect herself, though the ping of a notification on her phone drew her attention again with a sinking stomach.

Of course… Of course, it was Angela, jabbering on about what a great time she had at the spa. What a horrible person she was, though Linda had already known that about her! She knew what she'd done, what had happened, and they'd all have a wonderful time on her dime!

But what was worse still were the photos. They started off with Angela and her friends, excluding Linda, at the spa, all smiling wide, having a great time, but the album that Angela was in the process of uploading held something far more sinister.

Linda whimpered, her lower lip trembling.

“Oh no…"

Pictures. Of her. Of course, they were of her. They were dotted through the album – when had Angela even had time to take so many photos? – of her naked, her crying, her breasts and pussy on show to everyone. They'd even managed to get many shots of her butt, once when she had been bent over trying to grab at a towel on the floor that they'd yanked away from her, everyone pointing and laughing. It looked like one big joke to a viewer, though naked photos weren't even supposed to be on that site!

Linda's anger bubbled, popping in her stomach as she leapt to her feet, burning with intent.

“No! She can't do this to me, I won't stand for it! Holly! Come on, we're going to see Angela!"

She spat the other woman's name, only intending to confront her, though in her fury she even forgot to report the photos, which could have least been taken down. And there she would remain on the site, her breast and buttocks out in nude glory, red in places where her body had been roughly groped and pinched, even her nipples perky from the cruel touching.

Holly grinned, having known what Angela was planning, though she “agreed" with her aunt that Angela was out of line as Linda drove like a madwoman to her place. It was probably not the best time to be driving, but it was all that Linda felt she could do as her guts roiled and jumped with fury and embarrassment. If it was possible to die of embarrassment, Linda seemed well on track to that happening, though she wasn't sure if there was anyone even left in town that hadn't seen her naked by that point.

She parked the car at an angle outside Angela's house, storming inside, wanting to wipe that smug smirk off her face.

“Angela! I've got a bone to pick with you! You take those photos all down right now or else!"

There was no founding behind her threats, which Angela knew as she appeared, comfortably dressed, but still in a way that set her apart. Even just the act of her nemesis wearing clothes reminded Linda of her humiliation, how her guts had felt as if they were squirming, that sick heat of a chill dripping down her spine.

“Oh, hey, Linda, Holly," Angela said with a grin, her short, dark hair perfectly brushed and groomed, even then, styled to perfection. “I was wondering when you'd show up – the party is tonight!"

Linda scoffed and crossed her arms across her chest, though the taller woman already had her on the back foot, towering over her short five-foot frame.

“Yeah, and you're going to be the entertainment, silly Linda," Angela mocked, not needing an excuse to take charge, even if it was as a bully. “You angry about some silly little photos? Aw, baby Linda! You should be mad about your stupid little ears, they always stick out. Or maybe your fat arse, how big you've gotten! You think eating those doughnuts after yoga does you any favours?"

She could have run at once, but something had Linda holding firm, hissing through her teeth, even as Angela's words hit her sorest spots.

“Such a big ass," she hissed, poking at Linda even as the woman boiled and seethed. “You always think you're so skinny and so little, shortie, but you're just a selfish loser. Did you really think that you were going to amount to anything?"

Linda trembled, wanting to run, tears welling up. No! Linda stood her ground, refusing to give, pushing back mentally against Angela, everything the stupid woman had ever done to her. She wasn't going to stop fighting, wasn't going to let her win, even with that horrible, smug little smirk on her lips.

“When are you getting a nose job, bitch?" She mocked. “Or does Sam like to know that you're just a starting point for him in his marriage? Maybe he just likes your big tits… Or maybe that's just why strong women are always after you, maybe you're really a lesbian."

Of course, Angela didn't see anything wrong with that, considering Holly was there, though poking at Linda's most vulnerable spots. Her niece smirked and rocked back on her heels, arms crossed defiantly across her chest.

“Yeah, auntie… You think you're so good and so high and mighty, so much better than anyone else… But you're always catching our eyes… So, doesn't that mean that you want this? Just short and weak, nothing good about you, not really."

They laughed and teased, prodding and poking, all while Linda's lower jaw dropped. What were they doing? She'd never seen Holly like that before! Was she always like that? That didn't make sense! Yet what Linda could not stand or hold back from was the bubbling writhe of anger in the pit of her stomach, seething and boiling, snarling up as she balled up her fists.

“No! You're wrong, all wrong!" She all but howled, a shriek ripping itself from her lips as Angela and Holly only laughed even harder at her. “There's n-nothing wrong with my ears, stop saying that! You're just jealous of me, you always have been!"

She spat words, holding back only from the obscenities that she would not allow to be, she wasn't that person, wasn't who Angela and even Holly said she was. And she wouldn't let them win either, not as her lungs burned and she hurled herself at Angela.

“Aaaarrghhh!"

But she should have known better, swinging wildly, flailing, not really any use in a fight, not even connecting with Angela. Angela's biggest problem with her trying to fight her was trying to grab at Linda while she was practically doubled over with laughter.

“Ohhhh, Linda, you don't know how cute you are, little shortie! Do you really think you can even land a blow?"

Of course not. Linda was not in her right mind though, not as she shrieked and whirled, lunging for Angela's hair while the other woman nimbly skipped around her, grabbing at her arse, pinching her fingers in deep, even doing the same to her cheeks. Linda let out a barely muffled roar, refusing to admit defeat, loathing how her body was used.

It wasn't her! She wasn't going to let them win, not as humiliation seared through her, an aching burn. It couldn't be happening, not all that she didn't want from them, her skin smarting where she had been pinched and groped, her skin bright red under her clothes. Angela slapped her arse with a resounding smack, but, try as she might, not a single grab or lunge that Linda made seemed to connect at all. What was wrong with her? Why was she so slow?

Angela laughed and squeezed her tits, dragging her with her hands on her breasts only, Linda's eyes watering. Holly's laughter bounced off the inside of her skull, toppling and tripping over her own feet, staggering.

Ouch! That hurt! Yet it only infuriated her even more as Holly grabbed at her, dragging her back off her feet and dumping her into the other's arms, before the wide staircase. Their hands were on her body, squeezing her nose, pinching and twisting her ears, mocking her body, her face, her arse, everything that she honestly tried to ignore about herself, all to no avail.

Not when they knew her weaknesses, but that didn't stop Angela and Holly from roughly wrangling her jeans off, ignoring her flailing, kicking legs. She was on her feet, but only sort of, heaving and panting, red in the face, wrenching out a scream from already sore lungs. Being that they were both larger and stronger than her, it was not particularly difficult.

“Let me go! I'm going to…going to…"

But Linda didn't even know what she was going to do, what she could say, heaving and panting, red in the face as her stomach twisted. Her pale pink panties were on display, nowhere near as sexy as what she would have worn for her husband, kicking out and letting loose a shriek that should have sent them scattering back. But they didn't care, dragging her legs apart so that her panties were all on show, her intimate area exposed humiliatingly.

“Look!" Holly grinned, pointing, her camera phone still recording as much as she could. “She's such a lesbian… Just like me. But I'd never be as slutty as this, she wanted to be stripped, with her big ass and tits. Oh my god, auntie…"

Angela smirked, leaning over Linda, pinning her by her shoulders briefly back against the wall while Holly forced her legs apart to bare all, refusing to allow her to close them.

“Bet you've been hunted down by lesbians," Angela mocked, eyes dark with the lure of humiliating her foe. “All in the public showers, that's probably the only reason you go to yoga. They've come for you before, didn't they? Back when you had that stupid, fancy, high-flying job… Aw, poor little Linda, couldn't get any peace from the hungry lesbians? Maybe if you weren't wearing lesbian pink panties you wouldn't have dragged all of their attention to you…"

Linda gasped, but she had nothing to say, gaping like a fish, her cheeks red, tears in the corners of her eyes. What could she say? It was true…in a way. Not the humiliating way that they made it out to be, but she'd had their attention, remembering how they had loomed over her, making her feel so small, so weak, her knees quaking. Still, Linda did not know whether she had liked those touches, those flirty looks, the quirks of their lips that had said that they could do whatever they wanted to her.

And they thought that Linda had wanted it too, even when Linda didn't know what the heck it was she'd wanted. That was why she'd married Sam. It had made sense. And he never tried to take advantage of her.

Thinking of Sam gave her energy, kicking and flailing, landing a solid kick to Angela's stomach as Holly wrenched and dragged the back of her panties out.

“Whoops!" Holly laughed, letting Linda slip to the ground, the polished wood floors that Angela's home boasted. “Looks like you need a little reminder of where your place is!"

Angela held her hands to the side, even as Linda howled, though her hair was all messed up and her blouse twisted askew, the band of her panties dragged back as Holly peeked at her firm, round butt cheeks. As much as she screamed and thrashed, growing a little hoarse from all the screaming, there was nothing she could do.

Yet she managed to break free of Angela, scrambling up to her feet and whirling around as her panties were snapped back into place, bringing more tears to her eyes. Ouch! But she could not stop the burn, not as she held her hands up to Angela, lips twisted into a sick grimace.

“I swear, if you lay your hands on me one more time…"

“Ooooh!"

Holly grinned and grabbed at the front of her aunt's panties that time, stretching them out to take a quick look at her aunt's shaved pussy, though she already knew that Linda was bare. It was nice to get a kinky little look again too.

“Hey!"

It was all the feeble protest that Linda could get out as she tried to put space between her and her tormentors, but they closed in on her, dragging her panties down her legs. Her shaved pussy was exposed as Linda struggled with the fabric between her knees, slipping lower, down to her calves, as she tried not to curse and tripped over herself. But how was she supposed to run or work out what to do next when she wasn't willing to back down and she was put at every disadvantage?

“Woohoo!" Holly snatched them up from the floor the moment they dropped from. “I got her panties! Here, Angela – catch!"

They tossed Linda's panties back and forth, over her head, the shorter woman jumping and flailing, her arms waving back and forth, trying to grab them out of the air. With her lack of hand-eye coordination, however, Linda trying to grab them back while her bare arse was on show most certainly was not something that was going to end well.

“Hey! Give them back! Come on!"

She huffed and panted, her bare backside jiggling faintly where the fat laid over the firm layer of muscle, her cheeks burning with humiliation. Their hands on her exposed backside were commonplace by that point as they slapped her arse with a loud smack whenever they could, pinching hard enough to bring a fresh rise of red to her flesh.

“Look how thick it is," Angela taunted. “Does your husband like big butts?"

“It looks better red, aunt," Holly joined in as she swiped the panties from just before Linda's face. “Maybe we should smack your ass about even more! Dance for us!"

They may have liked the sight of her running around bottomless, but they wanted more, hauling her into the living area with the big sofas and dragging her back over Holly's lap as she sat down heavily, taking the weight of her aunt too.

“Such a bad aunt," Holly mocked, though her aunt only shrieked breathlessly, lips parted, her eyes wet, backside shoved up in the air. “I think you like this really… And you need to be punished for it! For sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, snooty cow!"

Her hand came down, again and again, spanking her aunt harder, as if she was punishing her. Her aunt's wails coloured the air as she flailed, but she was pinned in such a way over her niece's lap that her arms were shoved out before her and her face was smooshed into the cushions. She just couldn't get away, but that didn't mean she was going to give up as the blows rained down and down and down.

“Such a brat! Will you be a better aunt after this?"

Linda cried and wailed and kicked out, but her feet didn't connect with anything, helpless, hating it, naked and embarrassed, wondering if the seethe of humiliation would ever fade.

But she didn't give up. In hindsight, she would wonder why, though she still clung to the thought that her niece wasn't like that and, of course, that she could put Angela in her place. Just because the woman had been mean to her didn't mean that Linda couldn't get the upper hand again.

That was why she stayed, even arranging the party for Angela, though that gave her more control over things. In the back of her mind, Linda thought that she would be able to get her payback that way, to show them that they were not in control of her, that they wouldn't be able to strip her down, make her nude in public. And they would twist her tits and wrench her ears about again!

But Holly had other ideas, Angela allowing them use of her bedroom. Holly's grin sent a hot chill into Linda's stomach, though the older woman stumbled on her clothes, which had been left on the floor, as she was grabbed by the ear.

“Come on, auntie!"

Marched and dragged by her ear into the bedroom, Linda gasped and swiped at her, though she didn't manage to do more than brush Holly's arm.

“Hey – no! Come on, Holly! You've got to let me go, this isn't funny!"

She'd managed to dress herself again, but Linda should have suspected that there was more still to come as Holly slowly, so slowly, removed her T-shirt and bra, the plain clothes that she had been allowed to briefly put back on. It was as if she wanted to draw out every last moment of her humiliation to let the prickling burn of it tingle through, a sick roll of her stomach threatening to lose her lunch.

Boing!

_ _

Oh! Her bra! Her breasts spilt out, flesh relieved to be free, her nipples perking in the cool air of the bedroom, though Linda cried out as Holly laughed.

Linda groaned, fighting back, yet the popping off her too-small brassiere at least freed her tits. The breasts that they all said were too large, her lips parted in a gasp, fighting to stand upright. Not that being upright mattered at all when Holly was so much taller than her, her control making her appear as if she was looming darkly when she was merely standing there.

“I don't have to just steal looks at you anymore," Holly laughed, though seeing her aunt's tits popping out like that had been funnier than anything else. “I can see you naked whenever I want!"

She took pleasure in that too, wrestling Linda down to the bed and twisting over her, groping her breasts, dragging off her panties down her legs to expose her bare cunt again and her backside. Her fingers wandered, dragging her aunt into a wrestling hold across her body, where Linda's waist pressed into her hip, one arm free to grope and prod at her arsehole and the other reaching over, grasping a tit. It used Linda's body against her as the other woman broke and squealed, but Holly was far from done.

“It's all a fat ass like yours is good for, auntie," Holly mocked, pinching her nipples to make them hard and perky. “You're not strong enough to stop me… What do you think you're going to do?"

Nothing, nothing at all, not as Linda was twisted into a back bow, her arms and legs stretched back behind her as she laid on her side, shrieking with the strain of the position. Holly held one arm and an ankle in either hand, forcing her to keep the shocking bend in her back, leaving Linda with nothing at all to cover her breasts with. For good measure, she forced her aunt deeper still into the hold with her foot wedged down into the centre and the small of her back, grinding in hard to force her to show more and more of herself.

“Owwww!"

Linda fought, teary and whimpering, but it was strange, to her, how the anger in her had faded. It was still there, but had churned into a heavy kind of humiliation, wondering how much of her debasement had been recorded, where those photos and videos of her were going to end up, in the end.

Spreading Linda's legs wide, Holly smirked, getting a good look at the tight bud of Linda's ring. Her arsehole begged attention that Holly was only too willing to give, though it was a wonder that she had not abused it even more than she already had. Poking it with a finger, she laughed at how Linda squirmed, barely even aware of how the tangle of limbs that they were caught up in restrained her. As long as her aunt was where she was needed, there was little more that Holy cared about, simply wanting to be able to do everything she wanted to her whenever she wanted to. Was that too much to ask?

Holly's lips on her didn't help either, peppering her with kisses that meant nothing at all as she was forced to sit up and her legs spread wide into a V-shape. Holly kept Linda there by wrapping her legs around Linda's, supported by the headboard of the bed behind her, an arm around Linda's neck and one arm, wrenching her head back.

“Ougghh…" Linda groaned, the choked noise shocking even her. “No… Holly… You're…not a good…niece…"

Like Holly cared about that, her hand wandering, prodding and pinching, though she was sure to bring a chill to the parts of her aunt's body that had not been poked yet. Though it was not only her aunt's arse and tits that drew her attention, even squeezing her belly, working her way down and around between her buttocks. The tight bud of Linda's arse begged attention that Holly was extremely willing to provide.

“Aw, auntie," she laughed, prodding deeper into Linda's butt. “Your ass is tight… That's your best feature yet!"

She didn't pause, however, sliding one finger in and then another, curling and twisting them inside her aunt. Linda squealed and thrashed, though gave a hacking gasp when the arm that bore down over her throat pressed even harder. Damn her! Her eyes watered from humiliation, her body wanting to twist away, though she didn't even know which direction was sensible at that time. In her indecision, she froze, eyes wide, her niece not acting like the good little niece that she had always thought she was.

“Mmm… What else can I use?"

A finger, after all, was not nearly enough while she held her aunt tightly with her arm across her neck, reaching for a hairbrush that was set on the bedside table, close enough to be used. Linda gasped and grunted hoarsely as it was ground up inside her, stretching her poor ring wide, though that only set off a chain reaction of Linda fighting off Holly, struggling with the locked door and then being dragged back onto the bed by her for more abuse.

“Ah, ah, ah, don't be a bad aunt," Holly said, wagging her finger. “Be good!"

Linda cried out something strangled, that she didn't want anything done to her, yet helplessness burned through her humiliation. It was funny how embarrassment could feel both hot and cold at the same time, like a prickling itch that she just couldn't get rid of. Yet she strained for it, all the same, hissing through her teeth, her legs kicking out, scrambling, even as she was dragged back into yet another chokehold.

Nothing would harm her, not permanently, though it did frighten her, tease down a little of the fury in her guts, the snarl of it, how everything seemed out of her control. And that just wouldn't do for Linda, not one little bit, shoving a thick tube of some kind of hair product (at least it had a rounded cap) into Linda's arsehole.

“Ahhhh! Holly!"

She would have called her niece a rude word at the thick stretch there if she had not been who she was, though throwing her hands about like a crying toddler certainly wasn't going to get Linda anyway. Burning red with humiliation, she sweated anxiously, wishing she was anywhere else but there, but as soon as she started throwing a tantrum over her abuse it seemed like Holly had her back and in her arms in a heartbeat of a moment. She pulled her all the way back, no longer filling her abused anal passage with the handles of things and tubes from the bedroom, but smearing something on her bud that burned with cold fury.

“Owwww! Holly! You're so mean!"

It was childish to scream as she was, but the burn seared through her, chasing all humiliation from her bones for a moment, panicking and shrieking and shouting as if she was going to have her pucker seriously injured. Only later would she uncover that it had been “Icy Hot" that had been smeared on her poor backdoor entrance, running around the bedroom, trying to wipe it off, grabbing whatever towels and soft fabrics she could find as she heaved and sobbed.

“Aw, Linda…" Holly grinned, leaning back and watching her tantrum as if she took great pleasure in the whole thing. “You're so silly with your big boobs jiggling everywhere… Did you think about getting a boob job? Maybe you could get your ears and your nose done at the same time! Sam's money has to go somewhere right, if he's stuck with you…"

It was no good, no good at all, but Linda scoffed and tried to be the bigger person, even if that was very much not who she was. The humiliation should have been enough to send anyone fleeing and yet Linda clung to that tiny, desperate hope that she would still be able to put Angela in her place, even though she had no idea what she was to do about her untoward niece! Holly really had gone off the rails, yet Linda had an idea in the back of her head, somehow, that the younger woman was acting out. There was not much of a difference in their ages, maybe that had something to do with it…

Or maybe everything they had done to Linda had broken her a little bit, leaving a confused yet fiery spirit behind, ready to throw a tantrum that would not get her what she wanted at any moment. As Linda finally managed to scrape off the last of the blasted, sticky gel-like substance, another tormentor reappeared.

“Hello, girls!"

Angela appeared in the doorway with a wicked grin and clothes in her arms, for both to wear. Linda's heart sank, protesting and waving her hands about as she was forced into the bathroom, accessed from the upstairs landing and hallway, the tub already filled with ankle deep water.

“Come on, Linda!" Holly sang. “Get your fat ass in the water – how else are we going to get you clean?"

Linda blushed furiously, holding up her hands.

“You two have done enough! I'll clean myself – ach!"

Yet she was grabbed under her arms in her nudity and toppled into the water, dragged there, kicking and flailing, clonking her ankle on the tap hard enough to make her eyes water. Her clumsiness was enough to render her weak to them, if only for a moment, splashing her down into the water.

Immediately, she fought to stand again, Angela laughing and shoving her back down, two against one hardly a fair thing at all. With her stomach aching and churning as if she had eaten something that very much did not agree with her, she was forced to succumb to another humiliation, though Linda did not know, as she shivered in the too-shallow water, if it was the worst yet.

Their fingers reached everywhere, under her arms, pinching her tits, twisting her ears, even scrubbing behind them. No part of her body was off-limits to them, supposedly, groping between her legs, into her pussy, lathering her up with far too much soap. Her breasts and arse got the worst of it, though the soap was even ground into her mouth, the whole bar, rubbed along her tongue as she squealed in sheer indignation.

Yet she could not stop them, could not cry out with any words that would be heard or understood, her tongue bubbling with soap, coughing and hacking, though she screamed when they squirted shower gel into her eyes.

“Honestly, Linda, how did you ever get so dirty?"

They mocked her, teasing her, holding her head under the tap to “wash her hair" while she gasped and bubbled, eyes streaming with more than mere water. Her body ached with wracking coughs from trying to hack up all the soap, all while they scolded her for “being fussy". Linda was under no illusion that if they had been able to they would have held her head under the water too, if it had been deeper. She didn't know, not even in hindsight, whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The bath being done didn't help, wrestled into clothes while she was still wet, a mess, her hair scraped back and decked out in ribbons. Whereas Holly and Angela were dressed for a party in the height of the moment, as if they had gotten clothes from the most up and coming of fashion designers, they'd ensured that Linda had something more befitting her childish ways and tantrums.

“I'm not wearing this!" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, where her huge tits were barely contained by the frock, a childish thing with bright colours, something a kid would have worn, despite the size on her. “I'm going home to change! Angela, this has gone on long enough – no more!"

Yet she might as well have been talking to a brick wall for all the good she did, the hem of the dress barely coming down far enough to cover her panties, her makeup even done up too so that she had bright red cheeks and garish blue eyeshadow. Even though she had not looked in the mirror, she knew well enough from all they had done that she looked like a clown.

The crème de la crème of it all, however, was the huge shoes that they had said were the only thing that could possibly fit her giant fit, squeaking with every step, her hair squashed down under a bright yellow hat and a red nose, just for effect. Linda howled with rage, but they snorted with laughter, shoving away her hands and stopping her from removing her attire whenever she tried.

“Honestly, auntie, you've got to behave!"

Sneaking a hand under her dress, Holly pinched her arse, making Linda jump and squeal, grabbing at her butt, though she tripped over her own giant clown shoes before being able to whirl on her niece. The hat tilted askew and Angela smirked, her phone held up to get as many good photos as she could.

Out, out! She had to get out before people arrived, sick embarrassment sinking into her like a sickness, her eyes watery with more than simple anger. Her stubbornness had gotten her so far – but not far enough to skid to a halt in the living area where Angela's guests had already arrived.

Oh no…

_ _

Not even Linda could go for so long without realising that something dreadful was afoot, clenching her jaw as the husband and wife duo, Brody and Denise, sipped champagne, accompanied by another woman, introduced to her as Priya. Thankfully, they had not seen her yet, but that was only because Holly had a grip on one of her tits, twisting her breast so that Linda was forced to follow her.

“You're needed in the kitchen, auntie! Come along now!"

What did that mean? Linda's cheeks burned, lips parted to complain, but Holly wasn't even listening to her. Her niece assured her that she was needed in the kitchen, everything a whirlwind of activity, not able to get back to the door. Not that Linda wanted to streak to her car in the stupid clown shoes, but she'd try anything! No, she had to be smart, smarter than stupid Angela, regroup, come back another time to show that stupid woman that she couldn't get one over on her, oh no. Strangely, it completely missed Linda's notice that they had already gotten many things over on her, the main act of embarrassment where her nudity was the main course.

Holly and Angela shoved her down into something dark and she hid there, wondering if she could sneak out when no one was looking, though there was at least one more surprise left for Angela's guests. Linda hunched down, something sweet tickling her nose. Where was she? Was she a trick? A surprise for them? Her stomach ached and churned, her head pressed down almost to her knees, panting with fury and embarrassment, both mixed up together.

“And here we go…" She said, raising her voice while Denise paused with a flute of champagne in her hand. “One, two…three! Give her a great big round of applause! Pies at the ready, ladies and gentlemen!"

That was her chance! Linda leapt, not even knowing where she had been secluded, though bursting through a thick layer of cream and frosting, her breasts bursting out of her frock, was not what she'd expected. Gasping and shrieking in humiliated terror while everyone wolf-whistled and hooted at her, amongst their overbearing applause, cheering for her like she really was a performance. They took in her debasement for the first time, in her clown get-up, breasts spilling out, their cheers rolling over her.

Gasping, Linda sucked in enough breath to shriek, wiping cake off her, frosting dripping from her nose, her hat knocked back on top of her head.

“Get her!"

She screamed and struggled to get out of the cake while they launched pies at her – cream pies that splattered everywhere, regardless of where they made contact. Splurge after splurge of messy cream dripped down her, her bare tits, everyone pointing at her nudity, though none more aptly than Priya, a woman who seemed to have a particularly cruel streak to her.

“Bottoms up!"

Priya smirked through primed lips, her hair falling in sensual, glossy waves, upending a jug of yellow custard over Linda's head as she protested. Brody snickered, recording everything while he kept his distance in his smart suit, though it was not the large man's usual attire. In fact, he was where the clown costume had come from!

“Liiiiinda," he sang out. “What's your favourite ice cream?"

She spluttered through the custard, wiping it from her face.

“What? Uh… What, it's…strawberry…"

She didn't know why she answered as Denise yanked up her frock with a shriek of laughter, her panties pulled out as scoop after scoop of pink ice cream was dumped in there. A passive player, Linda shrieked and ineffectively pushed them off, though she should have learned, by then, that there was no point, that her humiliation and nudity was just fun for them, regardless of how red her face was under the makeup.

“I'll get you for that!"

Linda couldn't stop it, staggering out of the cake fully while Priya held up her fists, not worried at all about the outcome. All it took was a dodge and a smirk to catch Linda off-guard, hissing through her teeth with childish fury, shoving her down to her knees as she flopped into the mess of cake and cream with a wet splat.

“Ouch! No!"

Linda screamed, slamming her fists into the cake in frustration, though that gave Priya the opening she wanted. Dragging the waistband of her ice cream filled panties back, she splatted a liberal dose of chilli sauce directly onto Linda's arsehole, smearing it into the pucker as Linda howled.

“That'll spice up your fat ass!"

As Linda seethed and flushed in embarrassment, squirming in the mess of cake and cream and custard, they ripped off her frock, tearing it from her as her tits spilt out. Her panties were yanked away too, leaving her just in her clown shoes, squeaking all the while, her clown nose and, of course, the hat too. Her makeup ran and smeared and she turned her face from Brody, who she wouldn't have looked twice at, but he was still a guy seeing her naked!

Somehow, her nudity was worse that time than all the others, her breasts heaving with every snatched breath, embarrassment bidding her to cover herself up, though groping, grasping hands dragged her hands back where they could see them, tits and pussy on show. Her arsehole burned, but the cream helped a little, too much going on for one sensation to overrule all the others.

“You…" She heaved and panted, a bit of fight left in her, though Brody and Denise flanked her on either side. “You…are going to…regret…this… Get away…from me!"

She forced out the words as defiantly as she could, though an indignant squeal ripped from her when Denise pinched and twisted a nipple. Yet no sooner had she reacted to that, spinning in the mess of sweet treats, ice cream dripping down her thighs as it had melted, than Brody spanked her pussy with a wet slap, mess going everywhere.

“Stop it! I won't stand for this!"

She got to her feet, slipping over in the mess, though tumbled back down as her arse was slapped, the resounding smack echoing through the room. Her body burned where their hands had touched her, hissing through her teeth, yet she didn't have enough breath in her lungs, even then, to scream and throw a tantrum.

Someone grabbed her boobs, jiggling and bouncing them, and she reeled when she found it was Brody. Not a guy! The women had been bad enough, but everything that she had thought was under her control was not, spinning out and out and out beyond anything she had thought they would even try to do to her!

“Come on, Linda! It's time to play a game!" Holly grabbed her by her shoulders, Angela cramming a bandana over her eyes crudely to blindfold her. “It's time to pin the tail on the donkey! All girls love this game!"

Not Linda, but she had no choice, her body bare, staggering, unable to get the knot loose on the bandana, the blindfold crushed so hard over her eyes that it ached. She slammed into furniture, stubbing her toe, her pursuers running after her, though she was the only one blindfolded, helplessly trying to get away.

Naked.

Humiliated.

Used.

Embarrassed curled and coiled in the pit of her stomach, screaming to be let out, though her lip wobbled, determined to keep it in. she was still Linda, yes, she was still strong, even as she slipped again in the cake mess, crashing to the ground.

“That makes me the winner!"

That sounded like Priya, yet the donkey's “tail" turned out to be a fat dildo with a fluffy fake tail tangling from it that was shoved into her arse. Linda screeched, clawing at Priya, but only tumbled over in a wet splat of mess again, slipping and sliding, her arms windmilling.

Her screech only made them laugh even harder, her body aching, blistering with embarrassment. Her nipples were perky because of the cool, but they ignored her protests, however gasped out they were, as they dragged her in a slippery slide back to the downstairs bathroom, everyone crowding in to watch the show.

“Too messy, auntie!" Holly scolded her, wagging her finger in her aunt's face. “Time to get clean! You can't go to a party looking like a hot mess!"

Shoved into the tub with little water again, as if it had been prepared ready for her, they all took turns washing her off, though it was merely an excuse to pinch and grope, to finger her pussy and work the dildo into her arsehole. Tears pricked at her eyes, though they laughed at that pointing and recording, everything that could heighten her nude, used embarrassment caught on camera.

The photos would be everywhere by the next day, everyone seeing her tits, her pussy, her arse. But all Linda felt was the heat of embarrassment as she was hefted, clean, from the bath to the bedroom. The bed sank as she was tossed onto it, a guest bedroom she thought, but Denise and Brody didn't care too much.

Her body… It was not only nude, but it was there to be used, passed around all of them like a slutty toy from a cheap sex shop. She gasped and cried out, but not even her wailing tantrums were going to get her out of that, Denise crushing her pussy to her face and forcing her to give her oral pleasure, though it was mostly just Denise grinding onto her.

Linda screamed. She wasn't a lesbian! But they did not care, not as Brody made quick work of her pussy, tears trembling in the corners of her eyes. He took her brutishly, quickly, pounding her pussy until he came, though no one cared for how she was left after it. Her tears had not spilt yet, not fully, not so that others could see them, though Priya tried to make her fall.

“You need to be double stuffed, don't you?" The cruellest of them all hissed out through her teeth, eyes glinting with barely hidden glee, as she worked a massive dildo into Linda's cunt. “Used… Silly naked slut!"

Linda cried out again and again, her bare arse shoved up, everything on show, no inch of her left that they had not seen nude in all its glory. Everything had been on display, her pussy, her arse, her breasts, everything recorded, documented, all for her continued humiliation. There was nowhere at all that Linda could go, from that point on, to escape all they had done to her, all they planned to do to her.

Yet it took her being bent over Angela's lap, at long last, to make her cry, pinned there, on the bed, with her arse in the air, gleaming with dampness still. Her body ached with shame, burning through, though she broke, whimpering, whining, her angry tantrums turning into something different entirely as she weakly beat her fists on the bed.

“No…hic…no…hic…can't…hic…no…"

Her crying through hiccups had them cheering, Holly clapping her hands as if a great feat had been accomplished.

“She's finally down! What an aunt! Embarrassed, nude…and female! Dear auntie, you hit the big time!"

Yet as her arse burned with every smack, howling with tears streaming down her face, Linda didn't feel as if she had hit anything at all.

All she knew was the embarrassment of having her body on show and she'd never again be able to hide it away, not ever again.

Not if her tormentors had anything to say about it.

*

The next day, Angela stood with a smirk in Linda's home, dominating it so easily. Becoming fast friends with Holly had changed the order of things, keen to see how all would change, promising, always, to help one another to take Linda down. With how obtuse and stubborn the woman was, it was sure that they would have many years more, at the very least, of fun and tormenting her – years that they could not wait to start.

“You two are obscene! You don't know what you're doing, you think you can just walk in here and everything's going to be fine, what with your perfect hair and big boobs!" Linda growled, mouthing off, not really thinking about what she was saying. “You're both going to pay for this! Bet you're just jealous Sam chose me, not you…"

That didn't mesh up with Holly, of course, but Linda wasn't in her right mind. They ignored her, of course, Angela shaking Holly's hand as if they had made a deal, but the only deal was shared in their grins, their shared smiles.

“Shall we?" Holly said, stepping back and swinging her arm in invitation. “I think she deserves it…"

Linda gasped, but it was once again too late for her to do anything about it as Angela and Holly lunged for her, moving so swiftly that she barely had a chance to blink, hands on her, ignoring her weak hits. Linda was too weak to do anything about them, which they knew as they flexed what muscle they had and restrained her easily, ripping off her clothes, not caring for how they tore. The woman that they tormented would just have to buy new ones, but that wasn't any of their concern.

Her chest heaved, the strain of embarrassment blistering through her, as much as she wanted to get away, to be somewhere else, to not have to go through it all again. But maybe she was showing a sense of strength too in holding fast and continuing to fight and kick and scream while her jeans and panties were dragged off first. Holly whooped, Angela spurred on by her enthusiasm, wrenching free Linda's top and pinging the brassiere loose at the clasp. They even had a chance to twist her ears, mocking the shape of them, despite them being perfectly normal, her body a toy that was up for grabs by anyone that pleased, whatever Linda wanted.

“Ah, naked again, Linda," Angela said, grinning and waving her bra tauntingly in front of the heaving, blushing woman. “If you weren't so weak and small, we wouldn't have to do this to you…"

But they didn't need a reason to torment her so, not as Angela smirked and, for that final blow, slipped off Linda's wedding band too.

“I think I'll keep this," she said, sliding it neatly into place on her own finger. “You won't need any tie to Sam now, not when Holly will be having sex with you, for at least the rest of her stay. And you're not going to do anything to stop her, are you, shortie? Maybe it's about time your fat ass did something good, hm?"

The taunts rolled over her, weighing her down, her chest heaving, on her knees, not knowing what to do. To be so helpless, aching through her heart and chest with humiliation, how it brought a prickling chill of sweat to her body. It was not for her, not her, though she didn't know what she could do, naked before them, her skin smarting from their touches. Linda knew there was only worse to come.

Angela grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up.

“Accept your new fate, Linda. It's all you're good for."

But she didn't want it to be, not as Holly pounced on her with a squeal, grabbing at her tits, using and abusing her body, slapping and pinching, Angela walking out with her head held high. In her hands were Linda's panties and her wedding band, of course, on her finger, everything that she had ever wanted claimed from her enemy.

Finally, she had put Linda right where she deserved.

*

Two weeks later, Holly grinned in front of her aunt, broken and embarrassed, stripping her of her clothes. That wouldn't have been too unusual, considering the new order of humiliating affairs, but that it was in the train station was different.

“Holly! No! Stop that – you can't do that to me! I demand that you stop right now!"

Linda pushed ineffectively at her as her top was removed, her skirt, even her heels too, leaving her in just her panties and bra. Of course, Holly would not allow them to remain, striping her panties off and, finally, her bra. Holly pushed her face in close, grinning, letting the roiling heat of humiliation twist and seethe in the pit of Linda's stomach.

“One last one for the road?"

Linda fought, wriggling, squirming, yet was weaker than ever, her debasement and abuse fading, moment by moment. Holly shoved her fingers into her pussy, grinding them up inside her, showing Linda how easily she could play with her body, toying with her, bringing her off, but it was done with air of control, dominance that Holly didn't want to linger on. She just couldn't do anything against Holly's strength, regardless of how she fought like a wildcat.

Linda cursed, uncharacteristically, when she was shoved down to her knees, pushing back at her niece's thighs. She hissed at Holly, telling her how mean she was being, that she should be nicer to her aunt, but it was a futile attempt, despite her fire. Her niece ground her mouth into her pussy, using her like a sex toy as Holly moaned like a mistress.

Gasping, her mouth freed from Holly's pussy, used and abused, her body no more than a toy, Linda groaned as her head was yanked back, looking up at Holly. Her smirk brought a twist of anger to her stomach, though the taller, stronger woman had her right where she wanted her.

Linda groaned, shaking her head, anger curling in her stomach.

“You're the worst niece ever!"

And her nude embarrassed, public debasement… Well, it had only just begun.

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