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Chapter 7 by brothersammywilson brothersammywilson

What does Nicole decide to do?

She's already half naked, why not go all the way?

Despite her increasing discomfort at her nudity, Nicole still believed that speed was the key to getting out of here with as much dignity in tact as possible. On the subject of dignity, her pussy was already on display. Showing off her breasts was not going to make things substantially worse.

Having made her decision, Nicole reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts drooped ever so slightly as they lost the support of the red lace, but she was still in her 20s, so gravity had not yet wreaked havoc on her fantastic body. As she peeled the front of the lingerie off of her chest, she revealed a pair of small, pink nipples, in perfect contrast with her fair skin.

She placed her bra in the panel. It slammed closed instantly. Her decision final. Whatever was to come next, she would face it naked. As she adjusted to the temperature of the room, she realized that the thought of being naked in front of an unknown audience was not as terrifying as she would have thought had someone asked her this morning. She worked hard for her body, she was proud of her body, and if that meant that cocks were being stroked and clits were being rubbed to the sight of her naked body, well, maybe her nipples weren't standing at attention because of the temperature of the room...

"I have to admit," Said the voice "We thought it would be harder to get you naked. The stakes in this room would have been much higher for the shy prude we thought we had. But that's ok, shy prude or horny, exhibitionist slut, we got to our goal nonetheless. Our slavegirls also like to be naked. Remember that if you put that collar on, you'll be able to be naked all the time. Just something to think about."

Nicole didn't have to think about the collar. Surely she wasn't thinking about the collar. It was hard to tell at this point whether she had become horny thinking about the collar or thinking about the fact that her body was on display to an unknown amount of anonymous watchers, no doubt masturbating to what they were witnessing and fantasies about what they would do if they were in the same room.

The collar would be available in the next room, if she wanted it.

What happens now?

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