Barbara makes a run for it

The crowd once again returned to a state of madness, people pushing and flinging their arms wildly in an attempt to bid. “250,000!!!!!!” Shouted one merchant. “320,000!!!” Came from a man buried under the sea of people, only his short arm marking the owner of the voice. Barbara was shaken, seeing the crowd get more rowdy, and the number steadily climbing higher and higher.

Weighing her options, Barbara knew she had to take action and not stand around and find out what else was up for action. While the crowd pushed and shoved towards the organizers, she silently shuffled back and towards the left side of the stage. If she timed it right, she could make a run for it, down the stairs, past the reputation outpost and freedom in the lakeside harbor. Barbara nervously continued her slow escape, inching step by step, anxiously watching the crowd to see if anyone would notice. “638,000, try and top that you cowards!!!!” Roared a large man, before the crowd swarmed him and dragged him to the ground below. As the chaos continued, Barbara was unaware she was backing into one of the decorative fences that lined the stage, until it was too late. A loud crash silenced the crowd, as everyone returned their attention to the hydro idol, who now stood at the edge of the stage, a fence fallen over beside her with a degrading crash. “We got a runner!!!” The organizers pointed at the fleeing idol, and without hesitation, the crowd surged forth after her. Barbra hopped down to the ground and bolted for the edge of the town square. Unfortunately, she didn’t make it very far before a dozen sets of hands grabbed the fleeing idol and swarmed her in seconds. Barbra fell, hundreds of hands grabbing and pulling her, everyone attempting to claim the dress or the idol for themselves. “Agh, ow, hey, stop that, let go!” Barbara fruitlessly attempted to fight against the crowd as they all felt up the idol in the flesh. Barbra could only helplessly squirm as she felt hands touch her arms, bare legs, feet, and feel through her dress squeezing her more intimate places. As more people arrived towards the center of the mass, the frenzied hands started pulling more and more, until Barbara’s dress started to give way, ripping and tearing into dozens of shredded pieces. “Eep!” Barbara helplessly tumbled to the cobblestones, falling out off her tattered clothes and free from the hands of her captors. She sat dazed on the ground stripped to only a pale blue set of panties and a white striped bra, not that she needed one with her small bust. Disorientated, the de-robed deaconess crawled through the crowd staying low, as the people fought for scraps of her dress. Eventually Barbara made it to the edge of the crowd and scrambled down the steps, nearing the gate to the harbor. The timid girl leaned against a wooden barrel and took inventory of her situation. She was nearly naked in the middle of town, her remaining clothes were a little damaged, but still in one piece. And…..THEY FOUND HER!!! Barbra turned to see the crowd cascading down the steps, tripping over themselves as they pursed their nearly naked goddess. “GRAB THE CAMERA SHES NAKED THANK BARBATOS!!!!” Barbara stepped away from the barrel and sprinted towards the gate and towards salvation