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Chapter 11 by Nathaniel Keam Nathaniel Keam

What Do the Locals Try to Remove?

Jenny’s Pants

Jenny clutched her stinging face. The blows were starting to take their toll.

The girl in red and the girl in white took over from their partially stripped ally. Both girls kicked and slapped Jenny to keep her pinned to the ground.

“Turn her over.” the girl in white said. “This girl wants to see us in our panties. Let’s see how she likes it. Now get on top of her.”

“Stop,” Jenny pleaded.

“Oh, you don’t want to play now?” the girl in red sat on her chest facing her legs.

“I’m sorry, you win. Just let me go.”

“Not so brave now. You’re going home without your clothes, bitch.”

Jenny pathetically nestled her fingers into the back of the girl in red’s leggings. She pulled them down slightly to reveal the top of her PINK panties.

“That’s not going to work on me,” the girl in red chuckled.

Jenny felt nauseous. There was nothing she could do. She knew they were about to see her in her underwear. Her worst nightmare.

The girl in red’s hot pink panties were left on show, her leggings displaying the top of her ass. Jenny kept trying to tug them down, but it made no difference. She couldn’t do anything from this position.

Jenny turned over with a sudden burst of strength. Her enemy still sat on top of her. She slid along the cold ground in desperation. She was determined to fight back again.

The girl in white continued to kick any limb which caught her eye, but the artist I gritted her teeth and fought through the pain. Grasping her knees under her body, the girl in red suddenly found herself unstable. Jenny screamed as fingernails were dug into her shoulders. Every nerve protested violently as she squealed.

Her foe had **** but to wobble off over her head and allow her to get up.

Running on instinct, the student charged towards her, slamming her body under the ribs and driving the wind out of her.

The girl in red retreated backwards towards the wall. But the local wasn’t finished yet. She pulled the hem of Jenny’s tight blue t-shirt up as she did. The shirt folded over and stuck there to reveal her toned olive midsection.

Will Jenny Save Her Shirt?

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