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Caught Nude, Always Embarrassed

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Daze_Earth

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Linda never liked going to the doctor, much less Dr Vye Brator, with his overly cheerful attitude.

“It won't take a moment now, Miss Linda!"

Mrs, she wanted to say, for she was married and had been for several years already. Why did he insist on talking to her like she was a child? Maybe it was because she was only five feet tall, though her hair was dark and rich, all with good health and all the treatments that she indulged in to make sure that it was as glorious as it could possibly be. Maybe that made her look younger? She didn't mind that thought, not as much as him thinking she was a child.

“Yes, I know," she grunted, short and snappy, her hot temper always there, a hair's breadth under the surface, bubbling away. “Doctor, I just have a cold, I just want to make sure it's nothing worse."

He'd dealt with his fair share of short and snippy women in his lifetime, a confident smile on his lips, peering at her over the tops of his glasses.

“Yes, yes, dear, I know, I know, we all want to do everything we can to keep our health in tip-top shape! But I'm going to have to ask you to strip down now, so I can do a full exam, chop-chop now, dear."

She protested, eyes wide, though two nurses came in as if to assist him, their hair pulled back into neat buns, their smiles a little too fixes as if they were holding their giggles back.

“Er, doctor, no, that really cannot be needed for just a cold…"

“No, no, dear!" He clapped his hands, standing and “whooshing" his hands at her as if to hurry her along. “You must! I know we don't always like to get our buns out but I assure you I've seen my fair share! Come on now, out of them, quickly, quickly."

The nurses helped her, though it didn't feel as much like helping as them hastily stripping her, sliding her jacket back off her shoulders, her hair falling past her shoulders, just about, neatly styled.

“Hey – come on!"

She protested, but she didn't seem to be a match for the two blonde nurses as her shirt was pulled up and over her head, the woman trying to catch up with them to at least take some autonomy over the rest of her body. She muttered under her breath, shrugging them off while the doctor made some joke about her being shy (she wasn't!), sliding down the skirt that, perhaps, had not been the wisest choice that day.

“Ah, there she is! But those melons look like they're about to spill out of your cups, Linda, dear!"

The doctor should not have said such things as Linda stripped the rest of herself down as the nurses giggled, leaving her standing there, bare, before them all, bar her breasts. That had been the last thing to remove, for it felt the part of her that was the most embarrassing, the closest to eye level. As she unclasped the bra at the back, her tits pinged out rudely, the bra having been at least two sizes too small for her already, as the doctor had said. He didn't have to be so rude about her and her body, though Linda privately thought that it must have just been his age, the time that Dr Vye Brator had grown up in. Old men were always like that, creepy, cheeky, kind of pervy.

“Right…" The doctor turned away, making a note, though the nurses did not once take their eyes off Linda as she shifted uncomfortably before them. “Now that the kitties are out, let us see what we have here…"

The nurses giggled, but did not even make a show of covering their lips with their hands, not even as one “accidentally" opened the door, allowing the waiting room to look in on her. Although Linda squeaked indignantly and demanded that the door be closed immediately, they ignore her as if she was a petulant child, all but cooing at her through their obvious amusement.

“Close that door at once!" Linda hissed through her teeth, not wanting to shriek, only as that would draw more attention to herself. “Everyone can see me – I've not got anything on, you know!"

Yet one man turned his head, his attention caught by the squirming woman, who was desperately trying to cover her breasts and her pussy with her hands at once. Of course, that was a failed endeavour, considering that her hands were too petite to cover anything much at all, much less her large boobs. The doctor stood before her, scolding her like a child to stay still and that she would get “a lolly to suck on" if she behaved, though that came with many double meanings that even a bystander could understand.

Ajay grinned, the rotund man sitting back in his chair, his shirt tucked into his jeans, enjoying the show. The doctor pressed a flat tongue depressor into Linda's mouth as the nurse moved to close the door, though he still caught Linda saying “ahhh" almost instinctively, the doctor peering inside.

His cock swelled in his jeans, though the door closed before he got the chance to see more, though he stroked his moustache lightly as he mused over the show of her, barking out a short, amused laugh the moment Linda could not hear him anymore. Of course, that was not something that Ajay would have worried about all that much, she was just a passing woman to him, but the sight of her butt naked had made an otherwise boring trip to the doctor's surgery to pick up a prescription much more entertaining. He should thank her for that.

He hoped he would meet her again.

*

However, Ajay was luckier than he could have expected, for the woman that he had had the good fortune to ogle in the doctor's surgery when he'd just been popping in was walking down the street near his home! The day was bright and sunny and there was just the right amount of a breeze to float her dress up around her legs, though it was quite demure otherwise, white and blue, showing off her ample bosom swelling through the front of it. As “that kind of man" and proud of it, Ajay wasn't at all concerned that that was the very first thing that his eyes went to.

Linda didn't see the car coming, her shades on, scowling a little, annoyed at some perceived slight back at the coffee shop. There was always something to aggravate her, something that she thought was against her, the kind of person that thought the world was against them, that she was owed everything. She was fortunate in her life with her husband Sam, but she couldn't help the way she was either, how the crackling force of her temper always flared under the surface.

“Honestly, always like that, never good enough, never on time…"

If she'd paid more attention, however, she would have seen the care picking up speed, faster and faster, zooming by her as she shrieked and the passage of it shifted the air, whipping her dress up.

“Ahhhh!"

Linda shrieked, dropping her shoulder bag, grabbing at her dress, but she was too late to contain her modesty, her pink panties on show, barely managing to cover enough of her round backside to be decent. But she hadn't thought that anyone else was going to end up getting an eyeful of her after the debacle with the doctor the day before and had just worn what was comfortable for her, trying to haul her dress back down as it remained floated up as if caught by a higher power that she could not understand.

In the car, Ajay laughed at Linda struggling with the dress, whistling at the pink panties, though she was not to know the show she was giving him, hardly aware of anything outside her little circle, though her shriek had truly been a work of art. To be crude and lewd was just something that he took, practically, for granted watching her fight to get her dress back down and decent, though he did have the good fortune to spot one more thing.

For he caught sight of her walking into her apartment building, a wicked little gleam in his eye.

“It's time to have some fun…"

*

It was a blessing that her apartment was not that far from his home, for he could keep an eye on the woman that had caught his attention, mildly monitor her comings and goings. She was a clumsy sort and he had no real ill-intent towards her, though she seemed to go through multiple situations, almost daily, where her body was exposed in some way. Despite the frequency of her dress or her skirt flipping up, she never wore any trousers at all, though he could have imagined how delightful it would have been too to see those split over the arse, revealing whatever she was wearing underneath too.

She tripped a lot, waving her arms, though she rarely went “splat", catching herself just in time. To be fair, that only left the woman open to evermore embarrassing situations, stumbling and fumbling, dropping shopping bags, squealing as she strove to lessen her humiliation. Frankly, Ajay was surprised that it even was possible for someone to trip and catch herself on things as much as she did and not be bruised all over, though he never caught a mark on her skin. He would rather have been the one leaving marks on her skin, pinching and squeezing until a rush of heat flowed to her flesh, her breath caught, tits rolling in her undersized little bra.

He monitored her, finding out where her favourite coffee shop was and hanging out outside until she came by for her regularly scheduled sugary concoction of a frappe of some kind, no coffee at all in that one: typical. Ajay smirked in a far too familiar way, as if he knew her, Linda pursing her lips at him and stepping around the strange man as he stood there, blocking the doorway.

“You're in my way."

She was far from polite and that only pushed Ajay further. Why should he hold back when she was such a snarky, uppity bitch anyway? It was the flimsy reason that he needed, if only barely, to justify his intentions.

“Sorry, baby," he said, as smooth as silk and as sickly as tar. “I just couldn't help but notice the melons you're smuggling there… Perhaps I should take you down to the station, turn you in."

She turned, though it took a few dumb blinks for comprehension to dawn in her eyes. She gasped, yanking her hand back where it had been slightly extended from her body, the drink spilling, splashing across her chest. The shriek Linda gave turned even more heads, though Ajay only laughed, following her closely as she attempted to storm off, stomping like a child throwing a tantrum.

“No! Get the hell away from me, creep! Who the heck do you think you are, hanging around here leering at good women like me?"

“Aw, baby, don't be like that…"

Ajay grinned widely in a flash of white teeth, following her down the street.

“I just wanted to see if I could talk you out of that super nice dress you have on there… Get a flash of the buns, you know?"

“Ergh! Creep!"

She tossed her empty cup at him, the frozen beverage soaking into her blouse and making it see-through across the chest, though she only managed to give him an eyeful of her tits all over again, the very melons that Ajay was ogling. Of course, that wasn't enough to stop him, Ajay simply stepping out of the way of the projectile.

“Oh, honey, sweetie, baby-pie," he laughed, shaking his head at her. “I just wanted to let you know that you might have sat in the sugar earlier, baby, baking those hot cross buns, hm? 'Cause, you got a mighty sweet ass there and I'm a guy with a real sweet tooth!"

She all but fled from him, though her temper rose her kryptonite, seething and boiling in the pit of her stomach.

“You give good men a bad name!" She shrieked, tripping over in her heels as she tried to stifle a curse, humiliation curling through her chest, a sickening twist. “What do you think you're doing? There are people around! They can see how you're acting, you sleazeball of a boy, everyone can see exactly what you're doing. Do you think that you're going to get in my panties with comments like that? You should respect women more!"

“Ah, I know, I know, hey now, come on." Ajay held his hands up as if in a gesture of peace, a coffee in one hand, though it was a hot one rather than a cold one. “I don't know what I'm saying, I'm just struck by your beauty, I meant no offence. Here, I… Well, I'd been watching you before, I know you like sugary drinks, sweetie. Here, have this. It's for you."

Although it wasn't much of an apology (in fact, there was not even a “sorry" in there at all), Linda paused, breathless and flushed in the face after her tirade. Without saying a word, she stretched out her arm suspiciously, taking the coffee. Ajay grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets, obviously close to his crotch, fingers pointing in towards what she could only see as the bulge of his shaft in his trousers. Her face twisted in revulsion.

“Ugh! You're all the same!"

Wheeling, she stomped away down a quieter street, which was to her undoing as Ajay followed her closely.

“Oh, baby! You forgot the mirror in your pants! Yes, it's there – I can see myself in them!"

She screamed and she closed her fingers around the coffee cup, squeezing so hard that the lid popped off. Yet she did not even notice the hot splash of brown liquid down her hand as she flung it at him, rage seething through her, as if a beast had been unleashed. However, in typical form for Linda, her throw was so bad that she didn't even hit him, the coffee cup spinning and tipping its much hotter contents all over her. She screamed and flailed, running around and flapping her hands at her breasts, the coffee thankfully cooled enough that she wasn't burned, but that didn't mean that it didn't still hurt.

“Argh! What did you make me do? It's all your fault, you, you… You scumbag!"

Ajay only laughed at the show and would have clapped his hands if he was not enjoying it so much, heart pounding, his grin practically stretching from ear to ear. Yet his hands had better use as he cornered her next to a bench, taking advantage as Linda pulled out the front of her dress, trying to see if there was any harm done.

“You'll have hell for this," she howled, hopping from foot to foot as she tottered in her heels. “You… You'll go to prison! I'll get the police involved, I will! You see if I don't!"

And yet, even through all that, he was still too quick for her, hands working, yanking her strapless dress down over her tits. The stupid bra wouldn't come down at the same time, for it was too tight around her huge breasts, though a nice amount of flesh still spilt over the top so he didn't mind the view at all, even then. Yet what he did manage to do as she spun and tripped over her own heels was yank her panties down around the light, summery dress, her bare legs all exposed as Linda tottered, confusion embroiled with panic.

“What are you – hey!"

Her shriek was cut off as he spanked her arse with a short laugh, his palm connecting with her fat backside with a sharp, resounding smack. Once, twice, three times – before she stumbled away with a gasp, chest shuddering with lost breath and a scream dying on her lips, staggering from him.

“You…"

But she couldn't get out anything more than a howl of embarrassment, tripping, going down on one knee, getting herself into a corner as he made off. It was a saving grace, in part, that her dress had been torn in the undressing, leaving him with a memento of her humiliation and her with most of a dress to pull back down, even though her skin would sear with embarrassment the whole walk home.

Of course, she'd broken a heel too. Covering up her nudity with a furious growl, anger burning inside her, blistering to the surface, Linda swore she'd turn him in if she ever caught him again. But, of course, she didn't know who on earth Ajay was, giving her nothing to turn in to the police.

He, however, knew plenty about her.

*

“They're being so noisy again! Agh!"

Linda tried to bridle her temper when she was around her husband, Sam, though it helped some, that time, that he was fast asleep in bed while she was the only one at ten in the evening disturbed by the incredibly loud house party next door to their block of apartments.

“Who the frick plays music this loud this late at night?" She muttered, glowering to herself, though the picture frames practically bounced on their apartment walls, jostled by the mere vibrations of the bass. “It's so obnoxious! It's like they don't even know they have neighbours!"

In a moment, she had the phone in her hand, scowling, but, of course, no matter how she pleaded and wailed, the police didn't want to know. They said something about coming out and she stormed around the place, trying to tidy up, trying to distract herself, but the music set her nerves on edge, as if her teeth were being shaken out of her skull. Yet nobody else seemed to be looking out their windows like she was, disturbed by what was going on, the police arriving at the neighbouring property, the “big house" that Linda and her husband, despite his salary, had not been able to afford for their first place together, a point of bitterness to her.

Yet the police didn't do anything about it, of course, treating it with the same kind of attitude that they always did whenever she called up – but how was Linda supposed to help it that she was the only one who cared about what was going on in the neighbourhood? Growling through her teeth, she clenched her jaw, hands balled up into fists. If anything, the music got louder.

“I've had it!"

She couldn't help it, a whirlwind of energy as she blew into the bedroom, shaking her husband awake by the shoulder, though he was less bleary-eyed and sleepy than she might have expected.

“Sam! Sam, get up! They're having, like, a rave next door!"

Sam mumbled something, but was slower behind her, though he seemed to perk up to attention, brushing down his neatly trimmed, office presentable, blonde hair and slipping into his clothes as she threw on her caught, dressed somewhat presentably enough for the outside world. Her dress was one that was comfortable enough for the house, if not heavy enough for the crisp outside air, the nights still cool despite summer being well on its way.

Her husband followed behind, muttering something about it being late – but that was the whole point of it! Storming down the road, the path only a short way from the apartment block, she pounded on the door with a closed fist, lips pressed together into a tight, shaking line.

“Open up! Your music is too loud! Can you hear me in there? You – need – to – turn – it – down!"

She punctuated the space between each word with a pound of her fist upon the door, though the couple that came to the door were all smiles and pleasantries. Opening the door when Linda was about to knock again, Greg and Michelle, the owners of the house, left her teetering off-balance, her short heels not enough to offer stability, even then.

“Oh!"

She flailed, regaining her balance as Greg and Michelle, the sort of pleasant couple that seemed to “know everyone", even if Linda didn't think much of them. Greg was still in loose-fitting clothing, despite the “rager" he was throwing, Michelle short and diminutive, though Linda was privately just pleased that the woman was shorter than her. in a way, she felt that it gave her some kind of power over the other, despite everything.

“This is truly absurd!" She started on, drawing herself up to her full height of five feet, though it was not all that impressive. “You're going on with all this music at an ungodly hour of the night, woke my poor husband up out of bed, keeping children from their sleep, it's as if you don't know what you're doing, but you'd have to be deaf not to know –"

“Hey, Sam," Greg said, rubbing his knuckles over an itch through his beard, a smile on his lips. “Do you want to come in? We're just having a bit of a get together here, got some friends over."

He said it both as if it was not already obvious and in a perfectly friendly manner, stepping back to offer Sam entry, though Linda was already a counterpart to that. She puffed herself up, overly indulged in self-importance, though what she did not realise was that one of the men standing behind the couple was the very one who had been following and harassing her on the street. Most notably, when he'd made her spill hot coffee down herself and she'd ended up, somehow, humiliatingly, out of her dress.

Ajay watched with great interest as Sam walked in, followed by the object of his attention, even though Linda, truly, was just a passing plaything to him. Sure, she was interesting, but in the manner of a woman to toy with and toss away afterwards, seeing how far he could push her, just what she could be aggravated into. He had no stake in the matter, though the small woman still shouted and waved her arms about like a comic book character or a low-grade actress who was so caught up in overacting that she didn't know how to do anything else. He grinned, taking a long swig of his beer, in a red cup. It was entertaining, if nothing else.

“And another thing!" Linda wagged her finger at them, looking down at Michelle, though the smaller woman bristled, giving as good as she got. “You're causing a disturbance! Ruining the good name of this neighbourhood!"

“That's rich!" Michelle shot back. “The good name of this neighbourhood was ruined the moment you moved in."

Her plain tone threw Linda for a moment, though Michelle was too level-headed to do something as uncouth as to swear at her, quicker witted than Linda. Linda's jaw hung open, opening and closing dully, as she collected herself, but she wasn't about to let things go that easily. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at Michelle with true venom in her eyes.

“Oh, I see, you think because you're all rich or leeching off your husband's money that you can just do whatever you like around here?" Linda sneered with a childish roll of her eyes. “Honestly, you guys make me sick. Mooching off someone else's money… It really turns my stomach, you know? You think you're better than the rest of us and all we're goddamn well asking you to do is not turn the whole neighbourhood into your personal party palace!"

Michelle glowered, refusing to give ground, even when Linda got in her face. She'd had too many walk all over her in her life, simply because she was born with dwarfism, and she most certainly was not going to let some woman who acted like a brat get the better of her.

“Oh, I thought it was just you leaning on your husband," she said smoothly, as if nothing about the conversation bothered her at all. “It must be a nice life, not having to work hard for anything, but poor Sam does so much… And it's a shame, such a terrible shame, that you don't have any friends to invite to your own parties, Linda. Not that I would ever attend one of them, but you get the gist, no?"

Linda gaped, breath rushing from her in a scream, though Michelle smirked subtly, glowering from a distance as she fetched herself another drink, sensible enough to know when to cool her temper. She left Linda screaming at nothing, stomping, ranting about things she didn't know anything about, though Greg did, with Sam at his side, turn the music down a little.

“Oh…"

Linda shook her head, chest heaving with lack of breath, running out of steam. It was easier to bear without the music pressing in on her eardrums and she leaned on a wall to take a break, not wanting to sit. That would have meant that they'd be there for ages if she took a perch.

“Well, why couldn't you all have done that in the first place?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes petulantly. “I thought calling the cops would sort you guys out, but did you need me to come over here and to tell you that you're being obnoxious to get a freaking clue? Ugh, honestly…"

Michelle's eyes widened and even Greg looked a bit taken aback, Sam pressing a hand to his face as if he wanted to be anywhere else but there.

“What – you?" Michelle growled, the words ripping themselves from her lips in a hiss. “It was you that called the police? Hah! Well, it didn't work, did it? Not when my brother is one of the officers down there! They won't take anything you say seriously if they know it's just you getting on my case again, whining and squalling like a baby without a pacifier."

There were cruder lines that she could have pulled out, though Michelle knew better than Linda when to keep things like that in check, much to her credit. Linda spluttered and spat insults, but they rolled off her, water off a duck's back, enjoying her confusion, her fuss, the imbecile of a woman who needed to be taken down more than a few pegs.

Fortunately for them, there was a man there who knew exactly what to do to her and, of course, it involved a couple of his favourite things.

Like the saviour of the hour, Ajay interrupted Linda's one-sided rant by squeezing between Greg and Michelle, his hand on each of their shoulders respectively.

“Hey, guys, could I steal you for a moment?" Ajay grinned, turning them both without waiting for an answer, fingers curling firmly around their shoulders. “Great – thanks!"

Taking them to a side room with a door that they could close after them, a utility room just off from the kitchen, he gave them some space and breathing room.

“Wow, she's a firecracker, isn't she?" Ajay said with a grin, though he hardly meant it in a positive light as Greg and Michelle breathed a sigh of relief at being away from the woman who seemed determined to make their lives hell. “Now, I have a plan… I think we can get back at her, you know. I think…"

And what he outlined made Michelle's eyes light up with the glee of revenge, Greg nodding along as if it was all some great joke that he was going to be a part of.

With the plan set between them, Michelle headed back out into her party, turning the music back up to an acceptable volume as she went, to find Sam.

“Oh! Sam!"

She caught him by the arm, giving him a winning smile, easing the edge of his tension the best she could. Michelle didn't want him, after all, to think that she thought as little of him as she did his wife.

“My car's been having trouble starting and I've got an important meeting tomorrow," she said, laughing softly as if she was embarrassed to be asking. “Do you think you could come to take a look at it? I know it's late, but there was no one I could possibly get out when I found that it had an issue, you know?"

“Of course!"

Poor, naïve Sam was as happy to help as ever, following Michelle around to the back of the house where there was a cut through to the garage, a large double one with enough space for two cars at the very least inside. If he'd thought things through a little more, he would have realised that leaving Linda alone and only quickly telling her where he was going was a bad idea, but his mind simply didn't go there.

Linda tried to call after him as he disappeared – to help out, of all things! Why was he doing that when she had come there to complain at them, to get them to quiet down? And was the music louder again? She swore it was, beating on her eardrums.

Great! She threw her hands up with a strangled growl. Now she was stuck there waiting for her husband while he was off looking at a car – men! She couldn't get him to see her side, not when there was the chance to help a damsel in distress like that, though she did have a rather one-sided view of men.

Three approached her as if they came as a package deal: Greg, Ajay, who she didn't recognise, and a younger man, very tall and slim who was covered in tattoos. She eyed him up distastefully, a sneer practically on her lips already. She made no secret that she hated men who were all tatted up like he was. It was a gross use of money, inking skin permanently. The fact that she would have done similar when it came to beauty treatments if she had been allowed to completely bypassed her attention.

“Here," Ajay, the portly, smiling one, said, passing her a drink. “Loosen up a little, he'll be back soon. It's a party, after all."

Well, there was no sense in being there without drinking their liquor, though she expected it to be something cheap and nasty, best befitting the couple who made her life there hell. All they'd had to do was to step in line and not steal what she had seen as her house out from under her with a higher offer…

Linda rolled her eyes, taking a drink, though was pleasantly surprised to find that it was light and fruity, not even the rank liquor that she had expected them to have purchased for a party like that. It seemed like something that would have been found in a high-class cocktail party, though she only scoffed and downed it, not wanting to compliment them on, well, anything.

Ramon grinned, watching her throat work as she took it all down. They talked amongst themselves, manoeuvring their bodies to block her escape, though it was not as if Linda wanted to go anywhere anyway when Sam was still in the witch's clutches. She frowned, peering into her drink, focusing on it and nodding at the men, not wanting to involve herself with them. She was better than that, though the alcoholic punch, as good as it was, disappeared down her throat far too quickly, two glasses later and working on her third.

“Uhhhh…"

Linda swayed drunkenly, punch slopping over the edge of her cup, the room tilting around her. She tried to stomp her feet, but tripped over her short heels instead, stumbling and banging her head into the wall.

“Whoa! Hang on there, sweet cheeks! I got you!"

Ajay grabbed her, holding her up, though she blinked dully, not even realising that the music had been turned back up. One effect of the alcohol, however, was that it loosened her tongue a little more, slurring her speech ever so slightly, though she was still more or less in control of her actions. He, however, took the chance to grope her tits and her round arse, squeezing her through her dress. As soon as his hands touched “home" though, he pulled away, leaving her stuttering and confused, some part of her mind telling her that it all had to be an accident, of course, for it wouldn't have made sense for him to feel her up like that.

But she should have done something then, saving her from all that the devious man had planned, shoving him weakly, her step suddenly a lot more unsteady than she remembered.

“Get off me," she mumbled, drawing herself up as tall as she could, at five feet, and waving a dismissive hand at them. “I don't need any help, not off you idiots. I'm just here until my husband comes to get me and then I'm gone. And you better had turn that music back down again or I'll call another police station and then there'll be hell for you lot to pay!"

“Oh, yeah, I know," Greg said with a grin that promised trouble, ignoring her threats completely. “Sam's probably going to help Michelle bring back a whole plate of sausages for us! Do you like sausage, Linda? A good length of pork sausage?"

Although the guys laughed, hardly hiding their amusement while she was that drunk, Linda barely realised what was going on there.

“Uh, yeah, whatever, I like sausages, it's just meat, you know." She rolled her eyes

“He's going to come back with a big package for you," Ajay added, smirking deeply. “I think it's a whole box of melons for us to enjoy! But they're bursting out of their skins – how do you think that happened, Linda?"

She didn't know how to respond to that – why were they talking about melons, of all things? Of course, she missed the double entendre comments that were thrown her way, sailing completely over her head, not even realising how they were messing with her.

“Uh, I don't know…" She fished about for something, anything, to say. “Maybe…they got too hot?"

The guys hooted and slapped their thighs as if what she had said was the funniest thing in the world.

“Yes, that's right!" Greg chortled. “Too hot! All hot and sweaty… Ahahahahaha!"

She blinked at them, taking a half step back, her head a little sore from where she'd bumped it on the wall.

“Yeah…" She said uncertainly, turning away and taking another swallow of her punch, the fruity concoction slipping down her throat more easily than ever. “That… Yeah. It's got to be that."

She didn't know what she was saying, didn't know what they were saying, not as the conversation rolled on around her. They talked about cars, technology, things that she, personally, didn't care one bit about, though it was as if it was all happening around her without her mind actively being engaged, without her consent. Whenever she tried to subtly move out of the group, her drink-addled mind ushering her on, they pushed her back into position. And something strange kept happening.

Piece by piece, she lost her clothes. She didn't realise that her jacket was gone first, thinking that she had left it in the hallway, though Linda had not honestly taken it off when she'd come in. So, where was it? Wearing a dress helped her stay clothed for a bit longer, though she toppled drunkenly into Ramon and wriggled helplessly, unaware that the hands on her were reaching up under her dress to pull down her underwear, stripping her in that manner.

When they set her back upright, another drink was pressed into her hands and she drank it for something to do, slurring and stumbling, clumsier than usual. That was the only reason she could come up with for things going missing, the fabric of her dress suddenly pressing in too closely around her, hot and cloying, sticking to her skin. Yet she didn't know that the hitching up of it into her armpits was Ramon wrestling her out of it while Greg dulled her mind with some medical talk, droning on and on about some vaccination that was going to make a world of difference to lives around the world. Frankly, she didn't care one bit about that, whether she was drunk out of her mind or not.

Abruptly, however, she jolted up straight with a cry, hands going to her body, trying to cover her bare pussy.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Where was her dress? Her shoes? Her jacket? Even her panties? Everything was gone – everything but her tiny bra, squishing her breasts in as if they were about to burst out with fanfare at any moment! She screamed and spun around, though there were eyes on her as she whirled, red in the face and humiliated, searching for an escape route.

So many eyes, so many people, all hooting and hollering and laughing at her predicament as if it was all pre-planned, the most entertaining thing they had ever seen, or at least that night. Linda's breath caught as she howled out her embarrassment, panicking, hunting for an exit, though a wall of bodies blocked her in every direction. A strangled growl tore itself from her lips as she stomped, though her temper tantrum lacked its usual fury in a drunken stumble, stubbing her big toe with a squeal. Ramon could barely breathe from laughing at her, bent over double with tears in the corners of his eyes.

“Get away from me! All of you! Agghhhh!"

“Look for your clothes, Linda!" Another guest shouted, stepping back to offer an opening for her. “Maybe they're in the dresser!"

The others guests joined in with the game, Ajay slapping her arse as she raced by, her drunken mind fixated on trying to find her clothes, only her clothes.

“Yoohooo!" Someone waved a scrap of cloth that looked suspiciously like her underwear. “Over here, Linda! Come and get them!"

She turned, stumbling into the side of the sofa – were they in the living room? She didn't remember getting there, the archway opening out into the dining room, a long table filled with snacks and drinks.

“Under the table, Linda! Look for your clothes under the table!"

She may have covered up her pussy with one hand, but what Linda forgot to hide was her bare, white backside, a tan line across her lower back and around the tops of her legs where she had not tanned as bare as she could have. It was all fake tan, of course, Sam not buying her the expensive foreign holiday that she had wanted in the winter months, but the anger towards him was fleeting in comparison with the bristling fear at being without her clothes.

Heated embarrassment seared through her, skin prickling, yet she was too cold there without her clothes to sweat anything more than lightly, though the cold prickle tingled down her skin, rolling between her shoulder blades. It was uncomfortable at best, digging around under the table with her arse in the air, giving them all a show. Hoots followed her as she growled breathlessly, desperately trying to catch sight of a corner of her dress, even just her panties. Something, anything, would have been better than nothing! It didn't cross Linda's mind, however, to use something else to cover her body up though, to at least preserve her modesty.

They weren't here, however, not as she rushed back into the main living area, missing her step and flailing, her arms windmilling, toes smarting without her shoes. Being drunk numbed some of the pain, but it made the rest of the room seem like it was floating and spinning around her, as if she was not truly present in the moment, that things were spiralling far, far out of her control. Squeezing through the crowd while they directed her to the coffee table, down between the sofa cushions, even hopping about with her tits threatening to pop out of her bra to look in the overhead lampshade, they took advantage of her.

Strange hands groped her, squeezing and pinching, not only restricting themselves to her arse and her tits, where they could grab them, every part of her body up for grabs to the hungry crowd. Red patches were left on her skin where they slapped her, jiggling her flesh, everyone there having fun but her. Someone even bopped her on the nose and twisted her ears, taking full advantage of her condition to do things that they otherwise could never have gotten away with.

Yet her stomach rumbled and churned, complaining at all the physical activity. Linda paled, her cheeks suddenly devoid of colour. She knew that feeling.

Oh no…

_ _

There was nothing else for it, spinning around, racing for the door, trying to find her way to the bathroom. Someone realised where she needed to go, though Linda did not know it was Ajay, pointing her into the downstairs bathroom.

“Look at her go!"

“Ohhhh, she can't hold her drink!"

“What a baby!"

Yet they had far more to laugh at, pointing out her fat arse as everyone crowded into the bathroom after her, Linda too worried about throwing up on the carpet to try to cover her backside or her pussy. They pointed at her, a jeering crowd of hooligans, yet the room spun and spun, her guts aching.

Before she could collapse over the toilet in humiliated nausea, however, Greg launched something white at her, hitting her head with a splattering thud, something wet and clinging flying off in all directions. In her drunken state, she didn't realise what had happened for a moment, but she came to her senses slowly, shocked out of the need to throw up as she realised that a full, thick cream pie had been splatted in her face.

“Aaaaaaccccchhhh!"

She screeched, a deeper, more guttural sound than her usual high-pitched shrieks, anger boiling in her, though it did stop her need to throw up, which was something at least. She wasn't so sure that that was the sort of thing that she should have been thanking anyone for helping her with, however, not as she tried to force words out, slurring, stumbling through them.

“What are you doing," she pushed on, working her tongue thickly around her tirade. “Thinking you can do this…abuse me…hurt me. You are all just savages, thick…idiots, nothing more than that. You with your booze and your parties and all your friends, thinking you can do whatever the hell you want, anything you want, all in my house, the house that is mine, should have been mine… If Sam had gotten me this house, none of you lot would…would…would be here!"

“But you're the drunken whore here!"

The crowd erupted into further peals of laughter, not at all bothered by Linda, all the insults she had to hurl at them, slumping to the ground. The alcohol worked its way through her system, her words falling from her lips, mumbling, not even making any sense anymore, though most would have said that she hardly made any sense at the best of times. No one really cared about her as she slumped and Ramon took the prize of her bra, unclasping it at the back with a flourish.

Her breasts “boinged" out as if they had merely been waiting for the opportunity, though she would have felt a great deal of relief for having the pressure around her chest eased off if she had been at all in her right mind. Her huge tits sagged forward only under their weight, pulling down into a pleasing teardrop shape, though their size was just another thing they could mock her for, her breasts much larger than the bra that was evidently, so very obviously, too small for her.

Cream trickled down her face from the pie, splattering her tits, though Linda couldn't even make her hands come up to wipe it off as Ajay grabbed them, groping and manipulating them, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, all for the attention of the crowd. Some of them probably didn't care, but others probably thought she was in on it. It wasn't something that Linda's mind could handle at that time.

“Woohoo!" Someone cheered. “Look at those hooters!"

“She could knock someone out with a rack like that!"

“Fuck – she could knock herself out with them! Imagine her jogging, they'd be bouncing all over the place and smacking her in the face!"

They laughed and laughed and laughed as if Linda was not even present, but the thick haze of drunkenness could at least be penetrated by the hot roil of humiliation. It clawed deep within her as the heaviness of her sluggish limbs rendered her slow, dull, whimpering, trying to mutter insults. For, through it all, her natural fieriness could not be tempered.

She didn't notice Greg filling the bathtub with water at her side, or even that the large bathroom she was in was a full bathroom, not just a little downstairs one for guests as she would have expected. She would have liked it if it had been hers, but would have most certainly have hated it and all that it represented if she'd known about it.

Yet the first thing she knew about the water was when she was bundled up in a man's arms – she didn't know who, though his fingers pinched her arse and groped her tits, jiggling them about – and dumped into it. Her shriek cut through the air, though it did have the effect of making her feel a little clearer-headed.

“Wooo! Let's get her sobered up, everyone!"

The crowd whooped, hands in the air, drinks sloshing everywhere.

“Yeah! Sober her up! Make her less drunk! Sober her up! Make her less drunk!"

It was not much of a chant, but it at least drowned out Linda's shriek as she was dunked under the water headfirst, which was at least deep enough for the guys to get her whole head under there. She spluttered, water pouring from her, choking on it and hacking as she coughed, though no one noticed her eyes watering. Some of the women had joined in on the “fun" too, dropping bath bombs in the bath to fizz and sputter all over the place.

“No!" Linda howled, slamming her fists down into the water and sending up a splash like a toddler who didn't want to have a bath. “No, no, nooooo!"

She threw a fit, sloshing water everywhere, though there were too many people there for her to clumsily fight off – not that she would have been any more effective at fighting people back when she was fully clothed and in her right mind anyway. They dragged her tongue out with pinching, groping fingers, soaping it up and making her swallow it.

“Wash your mouth out, girl! You're too dirty coming in here, little drunk whore!"

They mocked her and abused her as if it was all her fault, letting her squeal and splutter, wriggling through their hands, slippery only with the water glistening on her skin. A bath bomb was shoved in her mouth, the spluttering fizz reminding her only briefly of popping candy as something sickeningly fruity slipped down her throat.

“Aaaaagggghhhh!"

She hacked and gagged on it even as they all pretended to be cleaning her up, shoving a loofah in her mouth – well, as much in her mouth as they could, considering the size of it. It was worse that the bath bomb, scraping her lips, and Linda shoved it away with flailing hands, though another bar of soap only took its place.

And that was the worst of all, the bar of soap a little smaller than most, small enough that she swallowed it, the fat lump sliding down her throat with a great deal more ease than it should have.

“Aaafffffllllllggggbbbbhhhh!"

She sputtered, bubbles flowing from her lips as if she was actively trying to blow them, panic getting her up on her feet, as much as she staggered. Slipping around the tub, she tried to flee from the horror, too struck by the bubbles coming from her mouth to even be embarrassed, even if every inch of her nude body was still, of course, very much on show to everyone there. They'd all gotten an eyeful of her, yet practically everyone doubled over in laughter at her as she coughed and hacked up more and more bubbles, frothing at the mouth as they formed, whole and unspoilt, at her lips. Of course, they popped when they brushed the walls or other people in the bathroom, but there were more and more to come until someone yanked and held Linda's mouth open so that they could wash it out with water, laughing raucously all the while.

She screamed, hiccupping bubbles, though those, thankfully, were fading, which was something, for her, at least. What on earth were they doing to her? In the fizzling depreciation of fear, anger took its place, their laughter beating on their ears, soberer then than she had been since she'd started drinking. And, with that anger with nowhere to send it, came the tantrum, a curdling shriek building in the back of her throat.

“Aaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee!"

She kicked and beat her hands about, churning up the water, though she couldn't get much out before her ear was twisted, someone hauling her to the side, cutting her off even as she stormed and seethed and acted out the rage heaving within her. She'd already been kneeling in the tub, but they dragged her out completely after her tantrum, wet and glistening as if her body was all to be on show, phones out and pointed at her.

Linda screamed and shoved at those holding her, though the women seemed to take perverse delight in putting her body on show, perhaps while theirs were kept under wraps, under cover. Everything about Linda was put on display, from her shiny rear cheeks to her perfectly shaved pussy, which was always kept hairless, her tits moving with the shift of her body, though pinching fingers and the slap of errant hands kept them wobbling too.

“I can't believe you're doing this to me!" She all but snarled, yet it was something like a kitten wailing at the cat sitting by licking their paw, ignoring the wrath of one who could not do anything about their predicament. “Unhand me at once! Where's my husband? Sam! Sam! Sam, you need to get me! Help me! I'll not not hit you because you're a woman!"

Yet any punches she threw had her staggering, clumsy at the best of times, even though Linda was still pretty drunk, despite her words coming more clearly, more soberly. The water had helped, but it was not a way of sobering up that she would have ever wanted to go through, nude and embarrassed, her skin crawling with humiliation.

Ajay watched it all, smiling with satisfaction at the fact that his plan was all working out smoothly. Stripped, naked, humiliated: what more could he have asked for? Linda was right where she should have been, hands roaming her body, even working between her thighs, shoving fingers into her folds, though Linda's squealing and jumping about, thrashing in the hold of those controlling her, stopped any from penetrating her.

Yet. He had more in mind.

Sending a quick text and photo to Michelle with an update as to what was happening, he marched right up to Linda with a smirk on his lips. The panting woman heaved before him, breasts rolling with the force her body required to drag air into her lungs. Still, she tried to yank herself back away from him, though he blocked her with the round of his stomach.

“We've met before, sweet cheeks," he chuckled, leering openly. “You might not remember me… Name's Ajay, but I'm sure I can call you whatever the hell I want, baby girl. You don't have much say in it anymore. Well, no say, that is."

Linda sucked in a breath, but he squeezed her cheeks in to push her lips out, forcing her scream out in a rush of air, dying before it had been born. While Linda squirmed and thrashed, even trying to, drunkenly, kick out, he roamed her body with his hands, taking his pleasure with all that he had been eyeing up for too long already.

“Get your hands off me, you caveman!" She seethed, kicking his shin weakly, though it didn't even hurt. “You don't' get to talk to me like that, I don't care if you think you know me or not!"

But she did know him, from the coffee shop, that humiliating day that she had been stripped naked in the street, unaware of what was even happening to her. All that had been a whirlwind of a horrible day, but it was even worse as his hands groped her arse too, squeezing into her flesh as if he owned her nude form. And everyone saw, acting as if she was okay with it, for her protests simply were not effective at all, no matter how much she wrenched her squirming, weak body back and forth.

“Let me go! I'll have you for this – don't think I won't! You're all dirty, no-gooders…thinking you're better than me and my husband…"

But her tirade, of course, fell on deaf ears, those around her far more interested in seeing what they could glean from her nude embarrassment than actually listening to her. Listening was boring when it was so much fun to humiliate…

In the garage, Sam worked away, trying to pretend that he knew what he was doing with the car, but, frankly, he didn't know as much about cars as he let out. He just wanted to impress Michelle, to feel wanted and needed, if only for a little bit.

“Uh… Yeah, that seems like… That should…do it…"

He muttered to himself, looking under the hood, though he didn't know the half of it, even as Michelle murmured her appreciation, touching his arm lightly, leaning in to look at what he was pointing out with him. Sam didn't even know what he was looking at, but he still wanted to look good, even if just for the sake of it.

“I know, if I check it out on YouTube, I can see about sorting this in the morning for you," he said, a little too brightly, as if he had struck gold. “Do you mind?"

“Of course not!" She chirped, as keen as he was. “Let's take a look now. It's good to get a break from the music anyway!"

He should have thought twice about taking her back to their apartment, but Sam was too innocent to suspect anything nefarious, muttering and searching problem after problem on YouTube, trying to match things up to Michelle's car. Of course, it was a losing battle for someone who didn't know the first thing about what problem they were supposed to be looking for, scratching the back of his head helplessly.

“I'm just going to go to the bathroom," he said, trying to buy himself a little time, even if Michelle didn't really mind. “Back in a minute!"

She, of course, took the chance while he was gone to dive for Linda's purse and his wallet, which were set out on the side table by the door like a prize for her to take. With a grin, she emptied out both of them of money, and sentimental items in Linda's case, rushing through to the bedroom before Sam was done (she didn't know how long he would take) and rifling through Linda's underwear drawer.

“Ah… Yeah, you'll do nicely!"

With a wide grin stretching her lips, she stuffed as many of the “best" pairs (for her purposes) of Linda's panties in her pocket, including a pair that looked more like floss than anything that should have gone between a woman's legs. Michelle laughed softly. Would she even wear something like that? She could not be sure, though the thought of Linda in them trying to clumsily seduce Sam tickled her pink.

Back at the party, the music was cranked up, though Linda had more pressing things on her mind other than getting them to turn it down.

“Would you just give me back my clothes?" She growled and stomped her foot at a pair of people who she took to be a couple, though they were laughing too hard to say anything back to her. “I'm cold, nude and everyone's laughing at me like this is all some kind of show! You're all horrible, vile people and I knew that already before coming here, though you should all be ashamed of yourself! You put on your loud music and don't care who you disturb – well, I care! Now give me back my clothes right now, you absolute idiots! I don't want to hang around here having to even look at you for a single second more!"

The men laughed and darted in, slapping her arse to a chorus of indignant squeals, her voice going higher and higher pitched as she was used and abused. It was harder than Linda could ever have expected to win arguments like that, however, when she was butt naked, getting felt up, her tits and pussy and arse were all prime targets. Of course, the rest of her body was literally up for grabs too, hands pawing at her, though she hoped, with a shudder, that at least more of them were men than women. Her head swirled and she tipped off-balance into a random man's arms, his hands slipping between her legs and groping her pussy as he set her back on her feet.

“There you go, darling!"

“Ergh – go away, I don't want you touching me… Hey, those are my panties! Give them back, immediately, right now!"

She stomped and chased after them, the purple pair that she had been wearing that day tossed around the room. Linda only remembered them because they'd been fresh out of the clean laundry that morning, one of her very favourite pairs, but that didn't matter to everyone there who sought to use and abuse her, to take advantage of her nakedness.

A man shouted, leaping in the air with her panties clutched in his hand like a trophy.

“Woo! I got them, I got them!"

She leapt for them, like piggie in the middle, though no amount of leaping got her panties back into her grasp. She couldn't cover up her tits and leap for her underwear at the same time, breasts bouncing wildly as she stumbled and flailed, hardly even able to jump any distance up off the carpet, for she was not the most physically adept of people, to say the least.

“Pass them over here!"

The crowd worked against her, blocking her way, groping her arse, mocking her openly.

“I want them, give them to me next, me next!"

“They're my underwear, give them all back to me right, unff, now! What's wrong with all of you? Why are you like this? Give my panties back now!"

The last voice, of course, was Linda's, though she was not effective at all as she ran around the room, leaping and jumping after her panties. Her arse rang out with a slap and she squealed, another pair of hands grabbing both of her tits at once, though she could not say, honestly, where the pain in her nipples came from. It was as if everything was coming from all directions all at once, the horror of her humiliating world spinning around her.

She didn't manage to get her panties back before the men came for her again with whoops and hollers, as if they were in the locker rooms again, whipping her arse with wet towels, flicking them out in a damp snap of fabric.

“Woo! Look at her go!"

“Argh! Get off me! What are you doing?" Linda flinched and leapt, though couldn't stave them off as another came for her from behind. “Get away from me!"

She could be as feisty as she liked, running from them, though her flinging a punch or two at the men only made them laugh, as if her efforts to ward them off truly meant nothing at all. Wet splatters dotted her body, though the heat of her skin dried them quickly, even as her breath caught, out of breath from all the running about she was doing, how things spiralled and twisted around her. Linda couldn't seem to get ahead of anyone, not as the wet smack of the towels flicking her bare arse rang out. But she could do one thing and that was backing up to a wall, smirking as if she had bested them.

“Hah!" She mocked, spreading her hands out triumphantly, drunk in her nudity. “Let's see you get me now, you ruffians! You think you're sooooo smart – hey!"

But they had other things in mind, flicking her nipples instead as pain rang through her, though it was fleeting, like getting a sharp shock off an electric fence, gone as soon as it appeared. Yet the lingering, simmering, cold burn of pain lingered, seething in twisting humiliation, squealing and flinching and bearing back against the wall as if she thought she could disappear into it. There was nowhere for her to go, darting from right to left, though she was walled off by a blockade of bodies, sweating heavily even if the guys there who had chased her all around had barely even broken a sweat.

“Aaaaarrrrrrggghhhhhh!"

She screamed, wailing, throwing her fists about, stomping and throwing a tantrum like the brat she was, though it didn't have the effect she wanted. There was no fear or worry in the eyes of those boring into her, only amusement, laughter, echoing off the walls, filling the room.

“Aw! Look at her! She's so cute!"

“Look at her tits wobbling when she does that!"

Linda heaved, dragging in another breath, angry tears in her eyes, though she would never cry out of fear, oh no, that was not for her. The men clamoured in, walling off the rest of the room as they goosed her with a sharp pinch to her arse, laughing, tossing her bodily between them.

“Next one, next one, gotta get the brat!"

The tweaks to her nipples were even sharper after being flicked with the towel, bringing tears to her eyes, her body awash with strain. Yet it was difficult to tell quite where one strain ended and another pain began. If she'd been coherent and less than she was, she would have wanted to crawl into a hole of embarrassment and to hide away forever, to forget everything that happened there, though each and every sharp slap to her pussy and arse brought her back to her humiliating present.

“You shouldn't do that – you might all be idiots but you know this is wrong, I know that you know it!" She scolded them with all the rage blistering through her, what she could use to force down her embarrassment, some part of Linda still thinking that she was in a position of power over them. “First with the loud music and all these obnoxious people and then with the stupid bath and your ridiculous drinks… If you had a better upbringing, you would know that all of this is wrong, but I suppose it's down to me to educate you – hey, you, stop that!"

She squealed, though they did not care, groping her tits and raking fingers in eagerly to draw her nipples into a sharp pinch, touches fleeting, yet there was always someone there. With their abuse in full swing, there was nowhere for Linda to go.

Meanwhile, Sam and Michelle sat together, quite comfortably on the sofa back at the apartment, looking through Linda's wedding album. Of course, it had more pictures of Linda in there than Sam, but Linda would have made her wedding all about her, like most brides, of course.

“She was beautiful then, still is, always is," Sam said with a smile, opening the page to show Linda in her wedding dress. “But why did you want to see this?"

Michelle hid her smirk.

“Aw, no, Sam, when I said I wanted to see photos, I thought you'd have some racier ones! Linda's worked out her butt so much, I want to see how good she looks! Maybe I should even follow her little exercise program too."

Sam tilted his head doubtfully. It did not seem right, though he had never been a person who needed much persuasion.

“Uh… Well… I don't think…"

“Come on, Sam," Michelle wheedled. “She won't mind, we're both women anyway, so what does it matter? There's no harm in me seeing."

She didn't quite know how he gave in so quickly, though he did, blushing, taking out a small swatch of photos from the bedroom, which had been tucked away, and showing her images of Linda sprawled out over the bed, full body pictures, striking a pose for him, even a couple of her in lingerie. Although she made all the right sounds as if she was appraising how Linda looked for purely motivational and fitness purposes, Michelle's eyes gleamed. While Sam was not looking, her thrifty fingers swiped a wedding picture and a naked picture of Linda, for later.

The guys, however, were far from done with Linda yet, hauling her out from the party, though the only clothes that they had apparently been able to find for her had been Michelle's. They didn't fit right, to say the least, the other woman being smaller than her, Linda shivering into the warm clothes, glad to have something on her even though she didn't know where the hell they were going. She'd been bundled into the car with Ajay, Ramon and Greg, the first two pushing her between their laps to use their legs as a seat, though there was a free seat between them.

“Seriously, I don't want…" She was tired, so tired, slurring her words, the drinks catching up to her as she blinked sleepily. “Come on… Where's…Sam?"

“Ah, honey, we got something better than Sam here."

It was dark, past midnight, as they took her out to the lake, set up with picnic tables and a small car park, though it was a lot busier in less inclement, crisply cold weather. The wind whistled across its surface, picking up even more cool as it went, Linda huddling into her clothes as she looked back the way they'd come.

Of course, they wouldn't let her stay like that, letting her squeal and scream and grunt as she was wrestled out of the warm clothes, her skin prickling with the cold, bright red where blood rushed to the spots their groping fingers touched. She did not fall so low as to beg them to let her go, slapping them away, though her movements were slow and sluggish, as if the night was finally catching up with her, dragging her down. They dodged even her weak kicks with ease as they first made her bottomless, getting her out of the tighter, smaller trousers, ripping her out of her panties and tossing them away.

“You just ruined Michelle's clothes!" Linda shouted, her voice echoing strangely across the water, though their laughter clustered in. “What are you doing? Let me go back right now, I demand it!"

“Oooooh, she's so feisty!" Greg said, a hand on his hip. “You're getting everything you want, princess, don't you worry."

He was not a nasty person by nature, taking his fun where it was found, though Linda had caused his wife no end of trouble and getting a little revenge seemed apt at the time. Her coat was dragged off and a tiny T-shirt ripped through and wrestled over her head and shoulders, though she twisted, clinging to it as if it was the last thing holding her in modesty. Her modesty, however, was very long gone as she hissed and spat like a wildcat, though the kind of beast that was not as skilled in fighting as they might have liked to be.

With her bare buns exposed to the cold breeze, her tits were not far behind, another too small bra popped off her to allow her breasts to spring out. It was a relief to have it off, but she squealed and clapped her hands over them, stopping her fight for a moment.

It was her undoing.

“In she goes!"

Hauling her up in their arms, they swung her once, twice, three times – finally releasing her out over the lake, tossing her there with a cheer and a whoop.

“Woo – there she goes, there she goes!"

Cheering, they clapped one another on the back as Linda gasped back to the surface, her hair plastered flat to her face, dripping wet, streaming with water. It shocked her back to reality, sober once more, though scrambling to the edge of the lake and the bank, where it was harder to get out, didn't do her any good. The guys pushed at her, laughing as she tried to clamber up, and shoved her back in every time with a resounding splash. Truly, there was so much noise down there that it was a wonder that no one came by to see what was going on, though Linda was not about to get any help. Ajay hollered as he swatted at her arse with a broken oar, pushing her back into the water one time that she had almost scrambled out.

When she did finally get out, mud staining her knees, dripping, freezing, she fled, the guys piling into the car with shouts that sounded more like they came from a frat house than a group of adult men. She screamed, though her fury was turned down for the moment by the cold, her mind intent on finding some clothes, getting away from the idiots who didn't understand what “no" meant, who insisted on acting like buffoons.

“Help! Someone get these fools away from me!"

She ran and ran and ran until her chest heaved and her feet ached, though there was no one around the lake to help her, the men keeping close pursuit, shouting encouragement.

“Let's see those melons bounce!"

“Woo, look at those buns go!"

The headlights illuminated her bare arse perfectly as she fought with all her might to keep her bouncing tits in check. Like so much else that night, stumbling and slipping along, never quite ahead of them, it was a losing battle. Yet Linda was not the sort of woman to give up just like that, fighting on, forcing herself on.

They, however, thought it was all a game – or, at least, that was what Linda thought that they thought. In her delusion, she stomped and demanded, finally, sweaty and hot and out of breath but still chilled, that they give her the clothes back, but they didn't stop mocking her the whole time. In her insistence to dress herself again, Linda only scowled and glared in their general direction. At least the coat was long enough, even though her ankles were exposed and the shoes were too small for her, tight on her petite feet and squeezing her toes. Honestly, couldn't they have found some clothes that actually fit?

But that wasn't their intent as she smirked and ran, heading for the road that time, which was at least illuminated with a sign. There! If she got far enough down, she'd be able to get away from them and it wouldn't even be a problem anymore! She could get back, get to Sam and spend the rest of the night in her bed without dealing a single moment more with the idiots who were dead set on screwing up her life!

And there was another car, a car that looked like it had two women inside! Whooping, Linda jumped and waved her hands around, gaining their attention.

“Hey! Hey, you there! Stop the car!"

They did, though the two young women in the car were slow to get out, wondering what she was doing there on her own.

“Uh…" The first poked her head out, hesitant for her own wellbeing. “Are you okay? What's wrong?"

“What's wrong?" Linda barked a derisive laugh, her hands on her hips, back in her fiery persona, even with her wet hair clinging like a rat's nest to her scalp. “What's wrong? What, are you blind or something? Are you stupid? I need help – let me get in the car right now!"

They backed off from her, lips pursed.

“What the hell is her problem?" They muttered, glancing behind Linda to where the original car, the one with Ajay, Ramon and Greg in it, pulled up. “Is she with them?"

One woman shrugged.

“Probably drunk… Sheesh."

“Hey there, ladies," Greg called, smiling in such a friendly fashion that, even out there, they could not help but be put at ease. “Fancy having a little fun with our mouthy darling here? She's got some buns that need a spanking!"

The women exchanged a look and smirked, even though they had never met Linda before. Even then, they felt that they had gotten her measure, a snotty, snarky woman – a “Karen" if they'd ever seen one – something in the night pushing them to have their fun too.

So it was that Linda found herself surrounded by the three men and the two new women, stripped, once again of her clothes. She hardly saw the point of having clothes on at all if she was forever going to be stripped out of them, forcing her tired body to wail, to thrash, but there were simply too many hands holding her down, yanking her from side to side so that they could get her bottoms out first and then yank off everything from her top half too. Even the shredded panties had been wound back around her hips and between her legs, giving her the pretence of being clothed at the very least.

Her breasts sprung out from her bra with a comical boing that could almost be heard, sending the women, who had not seen them before, into peals of laughter.

“Oh, god – look at her!"

Yet they had so much more in mind for her, twisting her ear as soon as she was naked and hauling her bodily into the car of the women.

Linda gasped and scolded them, pushing back. They were idiots, just like the rest of them, she was surrounded by idiots, people who were so stupid that they didn't know what they were doing. She puffed up with self-righteous anger, still bright after her dunking in the lake, even though the alcohol made her body slow and dull, heavier than usual, but they didn't care for that. Without moving the car, the women, one blonde and one brunette, used her as intended.

The back seat was slammed down and before Linda knew it there was a pussy shoved to her face. She gasped and twisted away, screaming muffled abuse, though there was nothing to be done, not as they held her down, the other sitting on her legs, so dark in there that she could not even see what they were doing, what was happening to her.

Raw, red humiliation swept through her as the woman ground and humped on her face as if she was a sex toy.

“Go on, lick!" She mocked, driving her hips down, getting a drop of moisture from Linda's lips as the woman gasped for air. “Silly girl!"

They didn't know her well enough to find her weak spots to humiliate, but the other rammed her fingers into her pussy, amusing herself for a moment, though there were other things to entertain her. While the blonde took advantage of Linda, using her face like a sex toy, humping and grinding and rolling her hips, the brunette slipped out to see what the guys were about, what was going on with the whole thing. They could take turns with Linda, after all, and it was better to have someone like that, as much of a bitch as Linda seemed, all to themselves.

Talking to Ramon and Ajay, at least, resulted in the exchange of numbers, the opening of new doors and fresh opportunities. There would be plenty more for them to do, even after Linda was tossed, exhausted with the feeling of dirtiness clinging to her naked body, used and abused, heaving for breath. They all would come together then, once they had the woman right where they wanted her.

Linda groaned, tiredness dragging her down, though she managed to get her clothes back on, minus her pants and panties for that felt like too much and the panties were ruined anyway, heading back to the party. She pushed at Ajay, who clambered into the back of the car with her, though he did not allow her to shove him off with indignation, kissing her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

“Errrrghhhmmmphhh!"

She groaned in revulsion into his mouth as he dragged her in against him, though that was nowhere near enough to stop the man from sloppily making out with her. Her bare arse gave him easy access to her backside and arsehole, squeezing a finger into it, as much as she wriggled. In the back seat of the car with him, there was not much room for her to thrash, though she screamed and forced her hands up against him, straining to shove him off with every bit of strength she had in her body. She simply had to do it, had to find a way to get him away, get him off her, though she was not in a position to tell the fool exactly what she thought of him, to scold him, to tell him what he was doing to her was wrong, so gross, so very wrong.

Ajay wouldn't have cared anyway, shoving her head down into his lap and his bare cock, forcing her to give him a messy blowjob as she hacked and gagged on his length. His shaft pressed her tongue uncomfortably down and she reeled from the taste of him, the length of man in her mouth sending her stomach roiling in revulsion. It was worse even than being humped on by that slut like a worn out sex toy!

But that was all she was to them, exhaustion getting the better of her, though anger roiled and simmered, glaring up at him, eyes rolled back. Screw him, screw him and all of them for taking advantage of her! She didn't deserve it, had never deserved it, and fought back with all the fury in her, rage building and building while she couldn't express it.

She tried not to think too much about his cock in her mouth, how she was humiliated, debased, completely and utterly unable to stop him from doing what he wanted to her, everything that he wanted. He forced her head down, dragging her back and forth with a handful of her wet hair, laughing all the while.

“Aw, not so feisty now, are you, Linda?"

He had more for her, but his hands were busy with her bare arse while she seethed, imagining him in all manner of despicable, horrifying situations. It was all she could do to keep everything in check, until, at least, she could get out of the car back when… Wherever the hell they were going. How was she to know, dragging her face back and forth on his cock, forcing her to drool messily around him, even though Linda shoved weakly at him, helpless, as hopeless as ever?

They were halfway to the house by the time Ajay was done with her, though she spat out all she could, ignoring his complaint.

“Screw you," she growled, not wanting to swear, but she was drunk enough that a curse might have slipped out anyway. “You…freak."

Not much of an insult, but she blinked back to some kind of wakefulness, sitting up, covering herself the best she could. She couldn't wait to get back with Sam and tell him what his so-called friends had done to her, the ridiculous freaks they were, classless idiots that thought it was all a big joke when there were far more serious things going on in the world. Like them stealing the house that should have been hers too!

Of course, Linda's perspective was skewed, though Michelle was having better luck with Sam. She'd managed to convince him to head off further afield to get a part for her vehicle, heading back to the house just in time to meet the car returning to their driveway. Her lips twisted, more obviously sour than she had been before, though Michelle was, at least, a tiny bit vindicated that a good portion of Linda's punishment had already taken place.

“Had a good time, honey?" Michelle said, waving at Linda, her tone dripping with fake sweetness. “Oh no, you're all wet! Did you stumble into the lake?"

Linda growled and balled up her fists, energy back, though it was fuelled by fury.

“Whatever, you sick freak, this is all your fault! If you hadn't started all of this with your obnoxious music blasting at all hours… What time is it even now? And you're still playing it? Gawd! What the hell is wrong with you?"

She hissed through her teeth, anger forcing her on, though Michelle gave as good as she got. It was easy to avoid Linda's half-hearted punch – at least, it came off as such, considering she didn't even have the strength to land a proper one.

“Do you think you've got a leg up on any of us anymore?" Michelle laughed, eyes gleaming, dancing around Linda while the drunk woman swung and floundered, slipping over on the driveway with a thump. “Naked, embarrassed… Who's going to save you now, Linda? You've driven everyone away with your sorry attitude."

That may have been true enough, but Linda couldn't get the right words to her lips, fighting, stomping, screaming through a hoarse throat that was raked raw after a night like that. It had to be in the early hours of the morning, though time had lost all meaning out there, Michelle lightly dancing around Linda, far more put together than the woman with her hair in a bedraggled nest of rat tails.

“What's the matter, Linda? Are you still drunk? Can't you catch me? If you treated your husband more fairly, maybe he wouldn't have been happier with my company."

It was a taunt even though Sam adored Linda and Linda shrieked, lunging after Michelle, though the woman was too quick to spank Linda's arse and pivot away once more. They'd gathered another crowd out in the front of the house, though Michelle led her inside, at least for a little more privacy so that the rest of the woman's punishment could be gotten on with. For they were far from done with Linda.

She had a new fire in her, a new sense of aggression and a grin that promised a great deal of trouble for Linda, a woman in control, especially so with her shorter height. With who she was came power over Linda and she grabbed Linda's ear as she stumbled, twisting to a shrill squeal from the woman who incited such rage in her.

“How does it feel now, Linda?" She all but snarled, lips parted in a feral grin. “Come on, try now, go on, hit me. I'd love to see a weak thing like you try! Do you have any muscle on you at all?"

For she knew she was stronger and, frankly, had never admired Linda's body to begin with. Uncoordinated, wild swings of Linda's fists were flung forth without thinking, as if she was not truly in control of her own actions, and Michelle easily dodged, darting in to spank her arse, her pussy, groping and sliding her fingers inside. It didn't matter too much to Michelle whether she got her fingers dug roughly into the woman's pussy or arsehole, only that she got her jabs in, the rough degradation that would finally put her in her place.

But Michelle did not need to hit Linda or truly fight her, not when she could employ more humiliating methods, like rushing in to pinch her nose, twisting it to the side. Her gasps and squeals of sharp pain were beautiful to Michelle's ears, though she only wished that, perhaps, the thrum of the cheering crowd, egging her on, was not so great that she could not catch every tiny little nuance of Linda's debasement. She even lunged in and stabbed with her feet, clad in shoes while Linda's were bare, stamping crudely on Linda's feet to make her squeal, showing her exactly how weak and how helpless she was. Linda just hadn't seen it before.

Now, everyone knew how useless she was, why she deserved her degradation at the hands of a smarter, quicker, stronger woman. The alcohol may have been working its way through Linda's system, wearing off after the hours had passed, but she was still no match for Michelle at the best of times, trying to slap her, though her hand was rudely knocked aside. The onslaught of pinches and stamps from Michelle drove her back, the woman's hands lunging for her body once more with greedy intent.

“No – get off! Ohhhhh, I'll tell Sam about this, you rotten idiots! You're so slow, you don't know what to do with yourselves other than to throw these silly parties – I'm the one going on with my career, looking ahead in life!"

Linda tried to scold her again, though there was not much use in it, helplessly scrambling for an upper position that simply wasn't there. Her bottom half had already been naked, but Michelle dragged off the too-small T-shirt over her head, catching on her shoulders and tearing one of the seams as Linda howled her fury. The bra was the easiest of it, for all Michelle had to do was to get behind her, making Linda face the party as her tits, once again, were revealed for all to see with a spring of delight. They pinged out of the bra as if released from a cage, falling huge and heavy, shifting with the set of her body.

The music ramped up and up and up, Linda dragged over Michelle's lap, her hand connecting with the woman's bare arse, once, twice – and then more. She slapped and spanked Linda's backside as if she was putting on a show, letting everyone see how Linda's round backside jiggled with the flesh moving over the muscle with every blow, every stroke. Furious, Linda howled, but could not get her legs under her body enough to shove herself away.

“Let me goooooooo!"

“Take it, Linda!" Michelle shouted, though she didn't need to raise her voice to take the control that was already hers. “Such a bad girl – do you know how naughty you've been? We're only doing all of this to you because you deserve it!"

The crowd hollered and cheered, believing it whole-heartedly. They did not have to be in on the inner workings of the degradation taking place as Michelle rained down blows on her arse, someone bringing Michelle a big toy that would show Linda her place, well and truly.

The burn of humiliation seeped into Linda's arse to such an extent that she was forced to catch her breath when she was pinned over the arm of the sofa, someone holding her hands out in front of her. She didn't realise that she was pinned until it was too late, Michelle ripping off her wedding ring and shoving something hard up against her arse. Linda gasped, but every drop of air that was left in her lungs came out in a scream as her arse was penetrated, rudely, crudely, a huge strap-on rammed up there.

Michelle took the cheers for Linda while she gasped and heaved, strength sapped from her, her body prey to the use of those that sought to debase her, more and more, always more. There was pain, yes, but it was mostly the searing ache of humiliation that poured deep into her gut, sweating in fury, though Linda tried, even then, to tell herself that it was not happening, that she was really not being forced so low. Of course, she didn't see it that way, that it was all happening and she didn't deserve it, regardless of how they treated her, Michelle's hands still spanking her arse until the dildo ground deep enough for her hips, with the strap-on harness around her crotch and such, to connect with every crude thrust.

The guys cheered, hands cupped to their mouths to make their voices carry even more.

“Go on, Michelle!"

“Fuck her harder!"

“Really give it to the bitch!"

There was no such climax to be had for Michelle for she rammed in over and over again, her delight shown in her bared teeth, a blissful expression sweeping her face, lightening her cheekbones. As Linda howled out her fury under her, Michelle finally, completely, utterly, had the stupid woman exactly where she wanted her.

And there was no going back from that.

*

The next morning, Sam, to be fair to him, should have realised that he might have wanted to give his wife a call. But he'd managed to get the parts for Michelle's car that she had asked him to get and that had to be a good thing. So much of a good thing that he whistled a tune to himself as he knocked and let himself into the house, poking his head around the mess from the night before. It was in the process of being cleaned up by cleaners brought in by Greg and Michelle though, so it was nothing that they had to worry about.

“Hello? Anyone about?"

“Oh, Sam!"

Michelle strutted out, neatly dressed, though her shirt and skirt were perhaps a little racy for just hanging around the house. But she would contrast nicely to Linda when it came down to the crux of it all, taking the parts from Sam with a grin that came off as thankful even if it was scheming.

“I got them!" He said proudly. “I had to use my credit card though, the money wasn't in my wallet anymore… Linda always says I'm misplacing things, I must have forgotten that I spent it."

“Ah, that's funny," Michelle laughed, shaking her head. “I'm sure it'll turn up though! Your wife is upstairs. Poor dear conked out after the party, she was so tired."

Taking him upstairs, she showed him to the bedroom where Linda was, Sam curiously knocking on the door, wanting to be polite.

“Hello? Sweetie, are you in there?"

Michelle ushered him in, though the lights were off and there seemed to be rushed whispers inside, hissed between lips. His brow furrowed, but the door was already open and he eased inside as his very own wife opened the door.

Linda was a complete and utter mess, to put it mildly. Wearing only a tight T-shirt that showed the swell of her breasts, the slogan across the front said, “the best pants R no pants": not something that she would ever have worn before, at least not while Sam had known her. Her mascara had run down her face, smeared around her eyes, the lipstick she'd been wearing the night before mussed around her face, though it looked like someone had reapplied it or a similar colour at some point. Her lips were a bit swollen too, eyes rimmed with tiredness, legs pressed together before her bare pussy.

“Um… Hi… I…" Linda mumbled, looking down, though the familiar anger boiled again in the pit of her stomach, seething, a beast that ached to be set loose. “I fell asleep…"

Sam smiled, pulling her into his arms as they stepped out of the bedroom together.

“Oh, that's fine, honey! I'm glad you had fun!"

Linda wasn't so sure that it could have been called fun, but neither did she want Sam to know what had happened to her, that everyone had gotten one over on her. No, not until she had her revenge. It was one thing to use him as a means to stop their debasement, but another to confess to it after it had happened.

No… She'd get back at them and that would settle the score, putting Linda back in her rightful position.

Sam should have been far more suspicious than he was about Ajay, of course, following them out of the bedroom, doing up his fly with a wide grin on his face that could not be wiped off. He said his goodbyes, leaving with Linda, though they did find a blanket to wrap around her so that she did not have to make the short walk back to the apartment naked. After all the nudity of the last twelve hours, give or take, it was a strange feeling to have cloth around her legs, though she clutched it close, revelling in modesty, for a change.

“I've got to head out soon, sweetie, I'm sorry," Sam said as soon as they were down the path. “I've got the trip down to the conference today, I don't mean to leave you alone. Are you going to be okay? Not too hungover?"

Linda shook her head, laughter echoing down the path after them as Michelle and the guys watched their newest favourite bitch leave. What they knew and Linda did not, however, was that there would be plenty more of what they had started to come.

They'd make sure of it, especially as the blanket fell open at the back to reveal Linda's bare buns, not quite big enough, like a child's blanket, to cover her full, making her flash them all without even knowing it.

*

She had to come back, though she wanted to see neither hide nor hair of Greg and Michelle ever again, let alone Ajay. Of course, the slimeball was there, for she had been in his car the other night and it was parked in the driveway – the driveway that she had wanted to be coming home to and parking her car on. Wearing a designer top that fit her perfectly and classy jeans that hugged her curves, she looked far more put together than she had the other night, on a mission to retrieve her wedding ring.

When Michelle answered the door, Linda gave her a lofty look, as if Michelle was beneath her attention, all over again.

“I'm here for my ring," she said stiffly, throwing Ajay a dirty look, where he stood behind Michelle. “Give it to me, now."

“Aw, come on, Linda," Ajay wheedled, raising an eyebrow. “Why don't you come in and have a cup of coffee? It was so much fun the other night, wasn't it, guys?"

“Yeah," Greg agreed readily, as cheery as ever. “We all had a great time, so glad you could make the party, Linds!"

She made a face at the nickname, but did not comment, though she did find herself edging inside, as Michelle promised that she was going to go find her wedding band, that she had left it upstairs after cleaning it. Though Linda's jaw dropped in shock as the pictures on the wall, new, of course, came into stark definition.

Her. It was her on the wall, her wedding picture, but it was not just that, which would not have been all that bad, but it was framed beside a picture of her naked, when she had been posing for her husband on the bed! Her hands flew to her mouth with a strangled shriek, the others taking in her reaction with Cheshire cat grins, though that was far from the worst of it. For there were pictures of her from the party too up on the walls, naked, abused, spanked – anything that someone there could have named.

She whirled on Michelle, red in the face with fury.

“What the hell?" She howled. “What are you playing at, you stupid woman? This is insane! You can't do this to me!"

Ajay grinned, blocking her way as she tried to get to Michelle, clawing like a wildcat, though it was easy to hold her hands down while Greg chuckled and shook his head. All one big joke to him, he turned the music from the party back on and up loud, letting the thumping bass travel through the floor – just to piss Linda off.

“I want to fuck you again, Linda, come on. You're not a pretty thing, but you've got the melons to at least get a guy's attention! Maybe we can stuff your mouth with a better sausage too, yeah?"

Taking her by the ear, he laughed as he hauled her to one of the guest bedrooms, Linda kicking, screaming, though it was hard to throw a tantrum when she was being dragged through the house like that. He tossed her into the plain bedroom with the bed made up already as Linda staggered, eyes intent on him, raging with fury.

“You stupid little man," she hissed through her teeth. “I'd never willingly sleep with you – your lack of intelligence might rub off on me!"

But Ajay only laughed and raised his eyebrows, blocking her exit.

“Sure, sure… You're far stupider than I will ever be, baby, you're the one who let yourself get dragged around by us, all the way out to the lake, alone without your husband. You even let strangers use you! What does that say about you when you're insulting me?"

She stepped back, though losing any fight didn't suit her as she wailed and stomped, grabbing a bowl of potpourri from the dresser and throwing it across the room. It was not much use as a projectile with her weak arm, dropping to the ground a few feet from her and not getting anywhere near anything that would have been dangerous, Ajay laughing as he drew her into his arms.

“Just give in, sweetie, though I do like you feisty, makes me think your tits are going to explode out of your top like that!"

She thrashed and she fought but it was all no use as he stripped her, taking off her jeans first, peeling them from her pale skin.

“No – no! Get off me, you lug!"

But it was hopeless as the stronger man removed her panties too, leaving her bare on the bottom with no shoes either. She slapped at his hands, striving to get him off her, though Ajay held her to him, dominating her easily, savouring the moment. It was too good, at least to him, to caress and grope and pinch every new bit of flesh that was bared to him, groping up her stomach, hauling her over his lap so that her bare arse was shoved up in the air, all on show.

“Let's see you squeal for me, darling!"

She hated it, hated the pet name, hated everything, even more when his hand came down on her arse, spanking her, pain bursting forth in hot, swelling humiliation. Linda howled and writhed back and forth even with his other arm over her back, holding her in place, hitting her arse hard enough to bring a spark of tears to her eyes. But she was too proud to show him that, ducking her head, torn between trying to get away and hiding that he had hurt her enough, humiliated her enough, to make her cry.

Of course, he saw, pulling her head up as he laughed in her face, hand groping her sore arse, squeezing and digging his fingers into it before raining down more and more blows. He had too much to enjoy, determined to savour the moments as they came, one after the other, spanking her round arse, the bareness of her buns enticing him. He could not help his cock getting hard as he forced her up to stand in front of him as if she was a toy, a sex doll, hands going behind her while she pushed at him, scowling. Although she looked at him like he was the scum of the earth, that did not dissuade Ajay from degrading her more. Simply put, he wanted to take everything he could from her, satisfying his own perverse desires.

“Stand still now, sweet cheeks, I got something real special for you…"

He got her bra off, tits bouncing out of the bra that, once more, had been far too tight for her. She reeled from him, his grabbing fingers, but he dragged her down to him, ignoring her thrashing protests. That she stubbed her toe on the bed did not help, gasping in pain, taking her attention away from the man clutching her, if only for a moment.

“Your new role in life, baby doll," he said lecherously, “is to be stripped naked and humiliated…for the rest of your life. You're a nice toy for us and we'll be entertained by you – and we'll make you be good if you're not."

She screamed, but didn't get a chance to get any words out, her head forced down as he unzipped his fly, pulling out his cock. In a clumsy motion, considering her protesting twists and thrashes, he forced her head down over his cock, making her give him another blowjob, his cock filling her mouth as her eyes watered.

He was hardly gentle with her as Linda's heart pounded, fury making her tired, though she had had time to recover her strength since the party at least. That helped, but it didn't help her get off him as he twisted his hand in her hair to pull her about whenever she protested too much, dragging her head down to make her go deeper. Yet it was humiliation that overruled all else, despite the rawness of the moment, how his prick felt in her mouth, her body hot, cloying, as if she was too hot, about to burst from her skin. Sweat tingled down her back, though she was vain enough to be grateful that she wasn't wearing her posh designer clothes anymore as she wouldn't have wanted to ruin them.

His end was typical, a short course, spending himself in her mouth. Yet when he rolled his head back in the aftermath, his grip on her hair loosened enough for her to leap up and away, grabbing the only items of clothing that were close enough for her to latch onto, her bra and T-shirt. They would have to do, rushing out into the hallway with the intention to regroup, to get her revenge another day, but Michelle caught her.

“Aw, Linda! Aren't you having fun?"

Michelle slapped her bare arse with a wide grin, spanking her hard where her skin had already been abused. Linda's squeal cut through the air, though Michelle blocked her way even as Linda's face and neck flushed bright red all over again with humiliated fury.

“I'll take Sam from you, I'm better for him anyway," Michelle goaded her. “Ajay can have you, though I don't know why anyone would want you, what you did to manipulate sweet Sam. See this?"

She held up Linda's wedding ring, the light gleaming off it tantalisingly. Linda gaped.

“This… This will be what I use to make it happen!"

Linda didn't care what had been said, lunging blindly for the ring, but Michelle dodged her too easily, darting down the stairs and out of the house, Linda hot on her heels. She wanted her wedding ring back too badly to consider that she was bottomless until she was down on the pavement with people laughing and pointing at her bare arse and shaved pussy.

“Oh my god! She's not wearing any trousers!"

Linda stumbled over her feet and screeched to a clumsy stop, trying to cover herself. But she had to get her ring back too! She had to, even as Michelle darted back and forth where a crowd was gathering, people seeing the disturbance and wanting to see what was going on.

“Come and get it, Linda! But you're not going to get your man back!"

“Give it to me, you whore!"

It was a burst of fury that had bystanders shaking their heads and tutting at the woman who was so clearly abusing the other, siding with Michelle, the “sane one" of the show. Michelle raced off, leading her on a merry chase into a neighbour's yard, ducking straight through the open back door of the house – or what Linda presumed was a house. She'd never been around to that side before, huffing and puffing, slipping in the dark, the lights off, though she couldn't find a switch.

“Where are you? Michelle, get back here right now or I swear…"

It was an empty threat, even as she bumped her head, seeming to stumble past maybe furniture of some kind. And then there were hands on her, someone grabbing her clothes, tearing off her designer top, letting her tits ping out of her bra, more cloth on her, something she couldn't see.

“Agh! Get off me! Who are you? Who's there?"

But the mysterious hands did not care for her, only for what they could get from her, brushes rubbed over her face with powder, something that felt like lipstick crudely smeared over her lips. There was even a thinner stick like an eyeliner pencil jabbed around her eyes, though she fought it off until ghostly hands, hands that she could not see the owner of in the darkness, held her arms to her side, forcing her to be still if only for a moment, something draped down her front, fabric of some kind.

Ripping herself free at last, she blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, catching sight of Michelle, in the strange house, ducking through a doorway with light on the other side.

“Ah – I got you now!"

Yet that, once again, was Linda's undoing as she rushed through the door to a stage, though it didn't look like the inside of a house in front of her. The house must have been converted at some time into a theatre building or something like that, appearing on a stage in front of an auditorium of hundreds of people in tiered seating.

Michelle flung her arm out wide, grinning, dressed smartly as a ringmaster, jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

“Ladies and gentlemen!" She announced. “Our main act has arrived!"

The crowd laughed and cheered, the spotlight on Linda, though it was only then that she realised that she was dressed in a tight, multi-coloured polka dot corset with her tits bursting out over the top. Her nipples were barely covered, though there were hugely, grossly oversized clown shoes on her feet, making it more difficult than ever to walk, a hat heavy with jangling jester bells on her head. When Michelle held up a mirror with a wicked grin so that Linda could see, she reeled to see that her face had been painted roughly and crudely white like a clown, her cheeks red, a fake nose plastered over her own, pinching the top.

Linda squealed, stumbling backwards as the clown shoes squeaked, though that only revealed more readily that she was bottomless too, surrounded by a sea of faces, so many people pointing, laughing, amused by her, her show. Yet it was not a show that Linda would ever have wanted to put on, backing away, striving to escape, though the door through which she had come was locked when she rattled it.

“Now," Michelle said, addressing the audience. “This is our famous bare-bottomed bimbo, a very rare species indeed! There's only one like her – and she does so like to be special! Bimbo – show them how you juggle balls!"

Michelle grinned, “whispering" to the audience.

“She's very good with balls, you see!"

The audience roared and Linda fumbled, flustered, balls shoved into her arms. But she'd never juggled before, her mind racing, trying to find a way to get through everything as quickly as possible, tossing the balls up, though it didn't really look anything like juggling. When they bounced down to the stage, she was left running and scrambling after them with her bare white arse in the air, another two balls that she had forgotten about thumping down on her head.

“Urrrgggghhh!"

Linda shrieked, the balls exploding over her head into brightly coloured goo, slopping down her face, dripping off the hat and running into her eyes. She tried to wipe it off, though it just kept on coming and coming, drooling down her face.

“Ah, no…" Michelle made a sad face. “It looks like our bimbo has dropped all her balls and made a mess! We'll just have to get another clown in to help her – a better clown! What do you say, folks?"

The audience cheered and stomped, eager for more, loving the show, though Linda startled as the door opened. Ajay danced in, dressed like a clown with crazy hair and a wide grin on his face, wielding a giant mallet. It was as large as Linda's torso and the crowd erupted into laughter once more as he chased her squeaking clown feet all around the stage with it, thumping it down, pretending to bonk her.

“There she goes, folks – there's our bare-bottomed bimbo! Get her, Ajay the Great, get her! Get the bimbo!"

“Whack-a-bimbo, whack-a-bimbo!"

The crowd chanted, stomping their feet as the mallet came down on Linda's head, startling a cry from her. Even though it was made of plastic, it still hurt! Less than conveniently for her, however, a banana peel, placed there strategically by Michelle, appeared under her giant clown shoe, and she shrieked.

“Aaaaaiiiiiiieeeee!"

Linda's arms flailed, windmilling wildly as she skidded over the skin, slipping about madly, though she remained upright for far longer than should have been possible. Yet it could not be helped that she splatted to the ground with a solid thump, groaning with her arms stretched out on either side of her. Though Ajay was still coming for her and she had to stagger up again in the squeaky clown shoes, fleeing to the best of her ability while Ajay bonked her with the mallet, on the head, on her arse, spanking her bare bottom with it.

“Oh, no, folks! Is the bare-bottomed bimbo getting away? Run, bimbo, run! He's coming for you, bimbo!"

BONK!

_ _

A rake! Where had that even come from? She reeled, having stood on it, the rake leaping up to smack her between the eyes, tears forming, makeup running. She covered her face, unable to help it, everything coming to a head at exactly the wrong time, bursting into tearful wails, blubbering, more and more tears streaming down her face. She did not fall so far as to cry out for mercy, not to ask for help, though Ajay wasn't having any of it, his fingers darting out to roughly and crudely goose her bottom.

“Aaaaarrrrggggghhhhh!"

She leapt in the air from the force of his goosing, her butt turning red where he'd grabbed her, her face a mess, uglier than she'd ever been before. The crowd may have laughed and pointed at her, loving every last bit of the show, though Linda finally wished herself anywhere but there, trapped in a show of humiliation that she couldn't get out of. The crowd roared and stamped their feet, clamouring for more, always more, only intent on seeing what the bare-bottomed bimbo had in store for them.

“Oh, no, guys…" Michelle geed the crowd on. “She's not happy! But we can help her out, can't we, folks? Make sure you cheer for her, nice and loud! Show her how much you like seeing her bare ass running around!"

They screamed for her, though Linda was far from convinced and fairly so, a tank of water wheeled in as she tried to clean herself up, backing away from it. But Ajay pushed her up onto a little seat with the hammer, grinning maniacally all the time.

“Now, bimbo," Michelle said, still commanding the stage. “What is five times five? Come on, bimbo, you got this! Cheer for her, folks! The stupid bimbo!"

“Uhhh…" Linda cast about, but it had been too much of her day for her brain to grind into gear after everything. “Ten?"

“Ohhhh, no!"

The tank trembled, a lever dropping her into the water as she spluttered and thrashed, struggling for the surface. A poor swimmer at best, she floundered, grasping for the wet, slippery sides of the tank, though hauling herself out was far harder than getting dropped into it. Eventually, however, she managed to just about clamber out, flashing everyone her bare arse and shaved pussy at the same time, though the whoops and hollers of the crowd barely brought the rise of a blush to her anymore.

Ajay grabbed her with relish as soon as she was out and on solid ground again, whipping the wet corset off her as her boobs bounced out comically.

BOING!

_ _

The audience cheered, though Linda covered her breasts the best she could, at least trying to get the nipples under wraps, preserving her modesty in the only way she could think of. The hat was half off her head (it was a wonder that it had stayed on at all), the bells jangling, her make up running and smeared, lower lip wobbling. He pushed her up onto a pedestal, standing there butt naked for all to see, holding out what looked like an oversized hula hoop.

“Now for the jumping course! Can the bimbo redeem herself?" Michelle laughed, enjoying herself far too much. “Jump, bimbo, jump!"

The crowd repeated the chant as Linda was forced to jump, tits on show and arse gleaming, through hoop after hoop, as if she was some kind of trained animal or worse. Maybe being demeaned as a human was worse still, though her mind raced, coming back to herself a little, still not broken. No, she was still herself, still fiery, playing along so that she could get through it. For Linda would have her revenge in the end, absolutely!

For the finale of the “show", however, she was stuffed head first into a cannon. The sounds of the crowd came through muffled as she squirmed, her feet stuffed down with her so that her arse pointed at the opening of the cannon.

“Come on now… Cheer! One…two…three…FIRE!"

BOOM!

_ _

The cannon exploded, shooting her out arse first with a scream that cut through the air. Yet her landing, undoubtedly, was soft enough as she landed in a splattering tub of cream to end the show to raucous applause and cheers. Cream splattered up her body, covering her completely, the hat finally falling off as cream soaked into her hair, her lips parting, a hole in the cream pouring down her.

The crowd cheered, happy with the performance. Yet they would not know that the whole thing had been against Linda's will, orchestrated to cause her the most humiliation, debasement, her skin flushed red hot under the cream with brewing fury.

She was still herself, despite everything.

With the show complete, she was dragged back to Michelle and Greg's house to be hosed down in the backyard, though she had thought when Michelle had said about getting her cleaned up that she had meant a better bath or a shower or something. In her own apartment, at least, while Linda plotted her revenge, mind working overtime.

“Get the hell off me! I can do this myself! You sickos!"

It was a weak insult at best, though Linda had been drained of everything that she'd thought she had to give, tears streaking her face, fighting back weakly despite everything. Standing in the large wooden tub that they had brought out for her, they directed the hosepipe all over her, washing off the cream, her makeup, everything that they deemed dirty.

“Hey, who ordered melons with cream?"

“Those buns are fresh out of the oven!"

“Who ordered the fat ass?"

They mocked her, joked about her, though they didn't care one bit as Michelle and Ajay hosed her down, clean and dripping.

Yet things for Linda would never again be the same.

*

Several weeks later, at a party thrown by Greg and Michelle, Ajay gulped a beer. Surrounded by many of their friends, including Ramon, he sat back to enjoy the show as a large cake was wheeled in.

“Count it down, folks!" Michelle shouted. “One…two…three!"

And, just like that, Linda popped out of the cake, furious, her fervour back, spitting insults like they were going out of fashion. On her body was a frilly, over the top clown outfit with a ruffled skirt that gave the impression that she was bottomless, because everything was on show anyway, from her bare pussy to her round arse. Her tits practically jumped out of the top part of the costume as she was hauled bodily out of it, cream from the cake dripping down her, the music cranked up to the max.

“I thought I told you not to have the music up so loud!"

Even then, she was the same old Linda, still a fireball who thought that she was better than everyone else. That was just why they had to keep on taking her down a peg, over and over again. It was the only way to keep her in her place as Ajay and Ramon stripped her naked, freeing her huge tits once again, parading her around the party, their toy and their trophy to use as they pleased.

Michelle would have Sam either way, but the degradation was for Linda as they allowed other guests to grope her and smack her arse, even make her tits jiggle with pinches and squeezes. Every part of her body was up for grabs to them and Linda's screaming thrashes did nothing to change her fate.

Later, in the bedroom, Linda bowed, naked, Ajay's cock in her mouth. Although she glared vehemently up at him, he had her wedged between his legs so that she could not get up, forcing her head to bob on his cock. She wasn't the best at blowjobs, to be fair, so he had to give the slut in training a fair bit of practice.

“Hey, Linda," he mused, leaning back a bit with a smirk. “Wanna go out with me? I know a real cool spot…"

He laughed as she growled around his cock, fury radiating from her.

“Ah, but you don't need that, do you? Not anymore… Not when you're just my little fuck toy. I can do whatever I please with you and you can't do a damn thing about it. Screw your husband, you belong to me now."

Trembling with rage, but not down yet, Linda seethed.

Caught nude and always embarrassed… She'd never have thought that her life would turn out that way.

Yet they had her bare-bottomed body exactly where they wanted her.