Double Damage

Imogen suddenly felt more vulnerable than ever. The gravy train was at an end. Alma had beaten her, touched her, and now stripped her down to nothing more than a bra and thong. The tables had turned back the other way again.

The dancer didn’t mind showing her body. It was normal for dancers to wear skimpy outfits, but this was too much. Nobody had ever seen her in public wearing so little.

Imogen’s thoughts were shaken by Alma gathering a handful of her hair and forcing her to her knees. Alma stood behind her, holding her up like a fresh catch. Imogen felt tears coming to her eyes as the pain reverberated through her scalp. She managed to catch a glimpse of the clock.

Just one minute. One minute to survive, and she could regroup. Alma certainly wouldn’t be able to make her cum in that time, regardless of what she did.

“Yeah, who’s the slut now? Slut in your little thong.” Alma increased the pressure on her scalp. “How does it feel being nothing but your undies?”

Imogen didn’t get the chance to respond. Alma fired a slap straight to her exposed ass cheek. She hit her again as she forced her back to the ground. Now on all fours, she was breathing heavily. Her smarting cheeks didn’t register anymore. Fear, embarrassment, and exhaustion were overtaking her.

She felt Alma’s bare legs over her as the redhead, once again, took a position of dominance. Imogen slowly started to crawl, hoping to avoid the lightning strike of more intimate touching. Alma moved along with her. Just a few seconds and the buzzer would sound.

“Wai… wha?”

It took too long for Imogen to register Alma’s quick fingers unhooking the back of her neon pink bra. By the time she stopped her crawl, Alma had managed to snatch the bra off her chest and heave the garment away.

Imogen released an ear-splitting scream just as the buzzer sounded. Round ten ended with Alma pointing and cackling at her exposed state. The dancer wanted to cry. It took all her effort not to cry as she covered her average tits the best she could.

“No!” Imogen moved to sit on her behind. “You bitch!”

“That’s what you get. Let’s see your tits.” Alma dangled the bra in front of her. “You can’t hide them now.”

Imogen’s mouth went dry. Her enemy was right. The door was locked. There was no leaving until one girl made the other cum. She couldn’t hide anything from the cameras. Alma had outwitted her, and it had cost her her bra.

Now in nothing more than a skimpy black and grey thong, she slowly got to her feet, knowing in a few seconds, she would have to show her tits. Round eleven beckoned no matter how long it took.