"I-"
"Not another word. I've given you the circumstances, this is your one opportunity to accept them or I'm going to assume you're refusing." Dahlia warns with the authority expected from the leader of an apocalypse group. "No more negotiating. What's your answer?"
Clementine winces at being interrupted, her face now blushing to impressive proportions at this point. She exchanges a guilty glance with you and just as you're about to give up all hope, she responds with the very last word you expected to hear. "Deal." The girl sighs, turning her face away from you with a huff. "I'll agree to that."
A small smirk appears on the red head's face and she immediately lowers her bow. Instead of aiming an arrow at your head like before, Dahlia instead points her index finger at your forehead. "Girls, you've done this before, so you know the drill. Just leave his undergarments."
The next thing you know, multiple women are swarming you, roughly yanking and tugging at your clothes in a **** attempt to take them off. If this was a fantasy, then maybe it would be a pleasant feeling...but these female had no sexual intent in them, and they made that fairly obvious with how they scratched and clawed their way through your layers.
A stray hand rubbed against your bare stomach as your shirt was stripped clean off in a matter of seconds. The softness was a pleasant feeling, but it didn't make you feel any better about the situation. They didn't waste any time going after your pants; it was only a matter of time before you felt them being tugged down to your knees and then completely off, leaving you now half naked in front of at least a dozen women.
"Ahh!" A squeak escaped your mouth as a curious hand reached for your boxers and cupped your genitals firmly. Your hips jumped instinctively, which the group used as momentum to **** you onto your feet. Your face was redder than ever, feeling the breeze pressing against the bare skin of your upper body and legs, multiple women gazing intently at you with either fascination or disgust in their eyes. The lingering feeling of a palm stayed long enough on your mind to squirm around in their grips.
Dahlia looked up and down at your body, unimpressed. That clearly wasn't the case for some women here, if that handsy one wasn't proof enough, but the leader clearly wasn't nearly as embarrassed about your lack of dress as you were. Obviously.
"Alright, let's get moving back to camp." Dahlia ordered, motioning for you and Clementine to follow. You turn to the survivor who had saved you at least the ultimate humiliation and gasp at the sight.
Purple. That was the matching color of Clementine's bra and panties, which were now exposed to you and everyone else in all their glory. The mocha color beneath the underwear was even better, her smooth stomach and legs made you gulp at the sight of them, and even the covered areas were surprisingly supple for someone who doesn't eat as well as one should. Her panties pressed tightly against the butt you had been admiring earlier; if only she wasn't covering her breasts with her hands...not that you should be thinking about that right now!
"D-don't look!" Clementine gasps in embarrassment, although her eyes explore your underwear clad body as well with equal interest; you immediately hide your crotch in equal desperation for modesty! She must have undressed during your stripping, on her own accord, as envious as that made you.
"I said get moving!" Dahlia yells at the both of you, resulting in shoves from behind you to get you going. With the image of Clementine in her underwear and the fact that she is right beside you...you have a feeling you're going to have a lot of trouble walking normally pretty soon.
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