Cardboard boxes

It was the perfect disguise. A means to keep herself hidden while also retaining her status as technically unclothed. Using one of the large boxes next to the recycling container, Roya set it over herself, crawling on hands and naked haunches. She cut herself a hole in the side to see through, and her stealth trap was complete.

"Exquisite," Roya said, her anticipation for her endeavor allowing her to see great potential in a simple cardboard box. She began her crawl forward, the pavement rough on her exposed skin.

Turning onto the sidewalk, Roya was quivering with excitement. Stripping those three girls had gotten her giddy for another victim, and she was looking around fervently for one on the street around her. Unfortunately, it was the middle of the workday, and most people were at their jobs. Roya quickened her pace, her desires overtaking her need for a low profile.

After about five minutes, Roya was contemplating crossing the street in her box, a task that would prove most difficult for someone trying to stay hidden, when she finally saw some prime victims. Two women, both looking like they were in their early twenties, one a blonde the other a brunette, were walking down the street, wearing outfits the purposefully accentuated their bodies, showing off a lot of skin. Young, skinny, and clearly in love with themselves. These were a nice start.

Roya had to will herself to slow down, as most people would notice a box crawling towards them at breakneck speed. Slowly, she inched herself into the bushes next to the sidewalk and raised her box over her head. She waited like a jungle cat, her butt cheeks clenched and sticking in the air, and her arms and legs tensed. For a moment, everything was quiet, as she waited.

Then, as the two girls passed in front of her, Roya stuck out her hands, grabbing the two girls by the ankles and pulling them into the bush. She then began her work, starting with their shirts, tearing them off the head of one girl and ripping the other one straight off of her back. Interestingly, neither was wearing a bra. Moving on to the bottoms, both girls were wearing jean short shorts, which each came off with a single pull and a quick RRRIIIPPP! The two girls tried to struggle but were overpowered by the weight of Roya's breasts and pussy resting on their respective heads. Finally came the panties, which Roya took more care to remove, sliding each pair down its wearer's legs and clutching them like trophies.

With her work finished, Roya lifted herself off of her victims, now just as naked as she, shy their shoes, and let them get a look at her in her nude form. "Remember this, girls. This is what beauty and power are together." With that the two girls were pushed back onto the sidewalk, landing on their naked butts, with shocked expressions glued to their faces.

Roya went back under her box and examined her trophies, letting the rush of her victory consume her for a few moments. The ripped shirts and shorts were thrown away, leaving her with two pristine pairs of panties. She noticed they had their names written on the waistbands: Alex and Claire. What grown women write their names on their underwear? Roya thought, but quickly figured it didn't matter to her. She held on to her prizes as she slid away in her box, anxious for her next victim.