Strum

Piece by piece, Imogen had unwrapped her. Her dignity had fallen away with every minute. Her reputation was in tatters, and the only way she could turn this around was to win, but Imogen still had most of round nine to do what she wanted.

Alma clutched her half-naked body, failing to come to terms with the situation she found herself in. Once more, Imogen rushed her. The dancer crunched her into the wall, knocking the wind out of her. For good measure, Imogen drove another fist into her belly.

Imogen used her dazed state to seize her by the back of the black polka-dot mesh thong. She pulled upward hard, and the thong disappeared even further into her ass. Little more than her crack was now hidden as Imogen forced her onto her tip-toes.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow.” Alma’s voice hit its highest pitch.

“Come with me.”

Imogen frogmarched her while holding onto the painful wedgie. Alma had no choice but to allow Imogen to direct her toward the counter separating the kitchen from the lounge. With another wicked upsurge, Imogen used the wedgie to propel her off her feet and onto the counter.

With the wedgie still dug painfully into her ass, Alma was defenseless as she was humiliatingly displayed in her skivvies.

Imogen leaned in so her voice couldn’t be picked up by the audio. “You wanted me to cum in my shorts? How about I make you cum in your panties?”

Imogen wasted no time in moving in with a probing hand against her thong-covered pussy. Alma’s eyes widened as the dancer manipulated her to keep her legs apart and went to work with the tips of her fingers. Delicate but with enough force to make Alma feel everything through the thin material of her thong.

“No…”

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this.”

The seconds ticked by painfully. Alma felt herself growing wet as Imogen played with her pussy. The redhead desperately tried to close her legs and gain some relief from Imogen.

Imogen released the wedgie in her other hand and slapped her across one of her flawless marble ass cheeks.

“Owie!

Alma abandoned the idea. She tried to focus her mind on anything but what was happening to her. Imogen had enflamed her arousal. Warmth spread throughout her nether regions. She hated this. She hated this. No, she was starting to enjoy it.

“Please…” Alma elicited a brief squeak of pleasure. “Stop.”

The buzzer sounded, bringing her ordeal to a premature halt. Imogen’s touch lingered before she withdrew. She had survived, barely. But for how much longer could she last?