Embarrass Her to the Camera

Alma was satisfied with her handiwork, but she knew she could go further with it. There was still time. She grabbed Imogen's wrist and dragged her to her feet again. Imogen wobbled a little as Alma took her in a face lock to direct her to the arm of the sofa.

Throwing some clubbing blows to her back, she forced her to bend over the arm of the sofa. Face down and her ass up, once again. It was a familiar sight during the initial five rounds.

Alma laughed. “Let’s see if you like to wear a thong before I expose you.”

“Wait, no." The mention of thongs spurred her into life, and she attempted to scramble away, but it was futile as Alma had her firmly locked in place. "Stop."

Alma’s hand weaved up one of the leg holes of her shorts. It took some wiggling for her to get between the tight denim and her skin, but soon she felt her impressive ass. She groped at her ass while giggling to herself. The camera could see nothing, but Imogen could feel the girl’s fingers running along her skin and finally hitting the edge of her thong. The warm sensation of being forcibly groped by someone went away almost as quickly as it came as Alma removed her hand.

“Oh, you do, wear one.” Mia whispered in her ear. “Well, soon we're going to see it.”

Alma threw the barefoot girl off the sofa and onto the living room carpet again, where she landed crumpled in a heap just as the buzzer sounded. Imogen had been dominated again, but that was something else. It was a violation. Worse, it was a violation she couldn't do anything about.

Alma turned to the emotionless red eye of the closest camera. She offered a wide, gleaming smile to the peanut gallery upstairs. "She's wearing a thong, guys. Don't worry, you'll be seeing it soon, and so much more."

The redhead burned with indignation. She returned to her starting position and waited. She had turned down the opportunity to try to pry Imogen out of those tiny jean shorts. It didn't matter in her mind. Plenty more rounds to go, and it would get much worse than taking off her pants.

Imogen, on the other hand, struggled to comprehend the situation she had found herself in. She took as long as possible to return to the table, relishing those few extra seconds of rest. Alma didn’t seem to care in the slightest. This time Imogen had to win. How could she survive three more minutes of this?

“You stand no chance,” said Alma. “This is pointless. What can you do against me? It's only a matter of time. If I knew you offered so little competition, I wouldn't have bothered.”

Imogen tried her best to put Alma's taunting out of her mind. Annoyingly, it was all true. She wasn't putting up any competition at all.

"Hey, Imogen, I feel sorry for you. How about I make it easier for you? If you get a four or under this time, I'll let you pick another card. How's that sound?"

Imogen clenched her teeth. Pity. The worst possible outcome.

"Well?"

"Fine. You're on."