Pantsing Again!

My friends continued to point and laugh at Nikki. She looked to be doing her best to ignore them, as her hands lay straight at her sides. Maybe she was proud of her body, or perhaps she was a voyeur?

“Oh yeah?” She directed towards my friends. “Let’s see how you like it when I strip her.”

I got to my hands and knees and, still holding her pants in one hand, I was preparing to get up to face her again. Thoughts already played on my mind about taking her underwear off too.

Nikki turned around and came charging at me. I saw it coming and I couldn’t get out of the way in time. She kicked me full **** in the head. I collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I rolled around as the world seemed to spin everywhere. For a second, I didn’t know where I was, other than that I was in danger.

The underwear-clad Nikki loomed over me and dug her nails into my face. I screamed as I futilely tried to bat her grabbing fingers away. I could feel the angry red marks already appearing across my cheeks. The was a new Nikki, a Nikki I’d summoned.

After scratching at my face, I covered my face to stop her doing any more damage. Big mistake.

She grabbed my track pants and hauled them down to my ankles. I screamed as they came flying down, leaving my pale legs on display and flailing. I had on just a little pair of red running shorts. They barely covered even the top of my thighs, but I always wore them for gym.

The cold chill of seeing my pants around my ankles was a feeling unlike any other, even if I still had my shorts it was like being plunged into a freezing cold bath. I reached out as if to grab them again and hide my bare legs.

I had to get out of here and I had to do it now. Nikki wasn’t going to strip me. It was her who would be the one getting humiliated.