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“How about we tickle her.”

“Yea, that’s a great idea.”

“Please, anything but that. I’ll do anything just please let me go on with my day”, Isabel whined, suppressing tears. “But what about the times we begged you”, Kelly responded before the girls closed in on Isabel. They each went for different spots, pulling off Isabel’s crocs they tickled her feet, armpit and sides.

“Stop. It tickles, I’m gonna pee”, Isabel cried out with tears of laughter. With all of the moving around, Isabel’s loose shorts dragged even further down her naked ass, exposing atleast half of it. At the same time, the movement caused the keys separating Isabel and freedom to drop to the floor. The girls turned around unknowingly for another couple of minutes discussing what to do next. This was her chance to escape and she took it. As the girls thought long and hard about the best ways to **** Isabel, they hadn’t even looked back once due to the concentrated effort.

“If only I could…”, Isabel whispered to herself extending a foot outwards in hopes of grabbing the key with her toes. She was more than flexible enough to get them to her hands releasing this embarrassing pose. After a couple minutes of footwork, Isabel finally grabs the keys putting them in her hands. Through all of the effort, Isabel’s pants managed to drag themselves down even further. Her full ass was now barely exposed, while the front was almost there. If Isabel had any pubic hair, then that was where it would have been seen. As she was about to unlock the handcuffs the girls turned around, with wild grins across their faces. They looked at Isabel with expressions evil enough to where they didn’t even notice the state of Isabel’s clothes. Isabel clenched the keys in her hand in fear. And the girls slowly crept closer and closer.

Remember those times when you would hit us randomly, knowing we weren’t strong enough to fight back. Well, karma’s a bitch”, Kelly looked like a maniac as she spoke.

“I know what I did back then was wrong. But I changed. I changed. Please guys, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean for any of this-“ Isabel was interrupted by a jolting pain in her stomach. Isabel was standing on her tip toes, but the **** of the blow was enough to jerk Isabel back, leaving her swinging in the air. After Kelly it was Luna. Luna was weaker, but didn’t let up even a little as the punch she inflicted left a bright red mark on Isabel’s stomach. Isabel slang back and forth as they took turns using her as a punching bag. Isabel could only continue to yelp in pain as she was stuck getting beat up by the same girls she used to bully. With every swing, Isabel’s shorts lost more of their grip on Isabel’s greatly proportioned thighs. After more and more hits, the girls grew tired and turned around once more, practically dying of laughter leaving Isabel swinging in pain as her shorts now hung about ten inches lower, exposing her juicy clean shaven cooch. The swinging never stopped, even when Isabel slowly opened her hand to continue on unlocking the chains. The violent swinging also unfortunately swung Isabel’s crop top above her breasts, showing the world a naughty image of Isabel’s brick hard, pointy erect state. She quietly unlocked the handcuffs binding her to her place, and pulled her shirt down from above her stiff tits. Then she silently pulled her shorts up which were bundled up at her knees. She decided it would be best to atleast collect her boxers if nothing else. She once again stripped herself of her shorts and quickly slipped on the large men’s boxers, then put back on the shorts.

I can’t let this bitch just get away with this, Isabel thought. She charged at Luna while she still had her back turned to Isabel, but forgot that Kelly took multiple martial arts classes. Isabel continued on with her mind set on Luna when Kelly hears a single leaf crunch in the grass. When none of the other girls would, Kelly spun around grabbing Isabel by the ankles and tripping her. Kelly flipped Isabel on her back and the other girls stepped away. Kelly jumped on Isabel with all her body weight, knocking Isabel completely out cold. So cold in fact, that if you didn’t look close enough to see her chest rise and fall, you wouldn’t even know if she was still breathing.

“This bitch really tried it”, Melissa quipped, getting a laugh out of the girls.

“She should have known you knew jiu jitsu, but tough luck for her I guess”, Luna said while wiping ng the sweat off of Kelly’s warm face.

“This is what happens when you don’t think about the consequences, little Isabel.”

Kelly dragged the **** Isabel across the field, where a small crowd started to form due to the town celebration happening right now. Isabel unknowingly continued to flash the people as with every bump on the trail, came a bounce from the crop top. The only thing going for Isabel right now was the fact that close to zero people brought any electronic device to snap a pic with them to give a more organic experience with this sentimental town celebration. That being said, the ever growing crowd volume rose with every nipple exposed, and deflated when it was over. Kelly thought it was a good enough area when she placed Isabel on a table. Kelly gave Isabel a slap to wake her up, but nothing. Kelly kept slapping Isabel to jolt her awake, but Isabel was in the most **** position at the moment and wouldn’t wake for maybe a day with how hard she was stricken. Kelly saw this as the golden opportunity and broadcasted her voice to the crowd of about twenty people, mixed mostly with boys but a few girls.