Isabel encounters some former victims of Rebecca with a proposition for her...

Originally written by Bluefish at writing.com

The world was a blur as Isabel ran naked through the mall. She passed shocked faces, outraged faces, amused faces - a lot of amused faces - and did her best to pay attention to none of them. She didn't dare stop, because she couldn't shake the mental image of Rebecca chasing after her, intent on delivering some new humiliation.

"Hey! Hey you!" A woman's voice. "Naked girl!"

Isabel lowered her head and ran faster, though awkwardly since she was still trying to cover herself. She had had enough experiences with the kind of people who hung out at this mall to know better than to stop.

"Hey! Stop!"

Something collided with Isabel from behind. Once again she hit the floor, knocking the wind from her lungs, and realized someone had physically tackled her. Oh God, not again! She lashed out blindly with her elbow, but whoever was behind her deftly caught it and gripped her arm. As she was dragged to her feet, Isabel got a look at the person who had tackled her - or persons, rather. There were two of them, an attractive East Asian girl with dyed blonde hair, a skintight tank top, and intricate tattoos covering her bare arms (the one who was gripping Isabel by the arm), and a curvaceous white girl with purple hair, purple lipstick, and an outfit that consisted of a low-cut spaghetti strap top and a miniskirt.

Instinct took over, and without waiting to see what they wanted with her, Isabel grabbed a fistful of the purple-haired girl's top and yanked. The straps came off her shoulders easily and Isabel was able to pull it right down to her waist. And the girl had apparently neglected to wear a bra, because her round, pink-tipped breasts were now bared for all to see.

The girl gaped at her, then her face turned red. "Oh, that's it!" She lunged at Isabel. "Let me at her!"

The blonde-haired girl with the tattoos quickly stepped between them. "Whoah! Whoah! Easy, Julia! And you - Isabel, is it? Take it down a notch. We're not trying to embarrass you or anything." She looked down at Isabel's nude body and shrugged. "Well. You know. More so."

"Help me? Wh-"

The girl looked around nervously. "Not here. Quick, come with us." Before Isabel could protest, the two girls each grabbed one of her arms and bundled her along with them into a nearby restroom. Isabel felt goose bumps rise on her bare skin, because the memories of the last time she was in a public bathroom while in an undressed state was fresh in her mind. The moment she felt their grips loosen, Isabel pulled free and stumbled away from them, once again assuming the classic ENF pose. "Let go of me! What do you want? Was getting spanked in public not enough?"

Julia spared her a dirty look as she fixed her top, covering her breasts once more. "Little slow on the uptake, aren't you? If we wanted to embarrass you, we could have done it out there. Of course," she added as she pulled the straps back up over her shoulders, "since you just pulled my goddamn top down out there, now I'm tempted to just drag you back out there and make you cluck like a chicken in front of half the mall."

"Can you just-" the tattooed girl made furious gestures of frustration at her friend, "shush for two seconds and let me talk? We're adults! We should be able to have a conversation without yanking each other's clothes off, or - or making each other do naked animal impressions!"

Taking a deep breath, she seemed to get a handle on herself and continued. "Okay. So, I'm Kathy, and this is Julia. And neither of us want to hurt you. In fact, we want to help you."

Isabel was so surprised by this that she almost forgot to shudder at the thought of Julia making her cluck like a chicken. "Help me?" She shuffled in place, readjusting the arm that tightly covered her large boobs. "Help me what?"

"Get even," said Kathy patiently. "And, you know, not be naked in public. Anymore."

Seeing her confused expression, Kathy elaborated. "Me and Julia have been on the receiving end of Rebecca's little 'pranks' before, just like you were back there. She's always stripping or embarrassing the girls who go to this mall, it's like her hunting ground."

"Why doesn't security stop her, or kick her out or something?"

"Don't know. We think she must be on good terms with the head security guard or something, because I've never seen them do anything but look the other way. Case in point," Kathy's cheeks flushed slightly, "a few months ago, I was shopping for new clothes here, and I forgot to lock the changing stall while I was trying on some new stuff. I was in my underwear when she just opened the door, pulled me out, and started mocking me in front of the whole store while not letting me get back to my clothes."

"You still had underwear on? Sounds like you got off easy," muttered Isabel, her bare bottom still stinging.

"I wasn't finished," sighed Kathy. "When she got tired of that, she yanked my bra off and made me do fifty jumping jacks. Right there in front of everybody, wearing nothing but my panties and socks. She said that if I didn't do it, she'd take my panties off too." Her hand drifted to her own waistband protectively. "And even after I did it, she only let me have my T-shirt back, so I had to walk home with no pants on."

"Oh." Despite her current state, Isabel still couldn't help wincing in sympathy. "Ouch." Eyeing Julia, who was still glaring at her, she asked, "And, uh, what about you?"

"Doesn't matter," snapped Julia, too quickly. "I mean - she didn't do anything to me."

"Oh, come on, Julia," said Kathy with another sigh. "This is not the time to protect your pride. Just tell her."

Julia looked down at the ground and folded her arms across her ample chest. "She gave me a wedgie."

Isabel waited, then said in disbelief, "That's all?"

"No, that's not all." Kathy rolled her eyes at her friend's stubbornness. "Julia called her a stuck-up bitch, so Rebecca pantsed her, then gave her a really nasty wedgie until Julia promised to do whatever she said."

"And what did she make her do?" asked Isabel.

"Nothing," said Julia, at the exact same time that Kathy said "She made her strip totally naked and kiss her feet while calling her Queen Rebecca." Kathy looked like she was trying valiantly not to laugh. "Search for 'Naked Purple-Haired Chick' on all those ENF websites and you'll find like ten different videos of it happening, it went kinda viral."

"Oh, thanks a lot, Kathy!" Julia rounded on her friend. "I ought to strip you for telling her that - wait. Why would you be looking at those ENF sites?"

Kathy cleared her throat hurriedly. "Uh, anyway, the point is that all of us have been humiliated by Rebecca before. So we had a proposition for you. Help us finally get even with her, and we'll buy you some clothes so you don't have to streak all the way home."