A Measure of

This couldn’t go on. She had to do something to get out of this. They were treating her like an animal.

Jenny saw an opening for an ****. She tightened her fingers around the fabric of the girl in white’s leggings and wrenched downwards. Her tormenter let out an ear-splitting cry as her tanned legs came into view.

The RED thong was showing in all its glory. The t-shirt did nothing as she tried to pull it down in a vain attempt to cover her huge ass cheeks. Jenny held the leggings to her ankles, hoping to topple her out of them.

But Jenny didn’t get the chance. The group responded with vicious slaps and kicks to her prone figure. Her fingers left the girl’s leggings.

The girl in white blushed at being completely exposed. She quickly tugged up her leggings to hide her red thong from view. It had caught her completely off-guard that Jenny would put up so much resistance. The look on her face became a mixture of embarrassment and fury. She couldn’t speak as the sheer anger prevented her tongue from forming complete sentences.

The girl in blue had no such problems as she yelled, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“That bitch” the girl in red joined in.

Jenny was back underneath her four attackers again, staring up at the sky.

“Get her up,” said the humiliated girl in white. “This bitch wants to play then fine. Let’s strip her. See how she likes it. Now get her kit off.”