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Item #: S-ENF-004
Object Designation: ****

The water splashed against Carol's head. She blinked, slowly, and said "Damn." Thelma was smirking at her.

"Wait," said Carol, taking a step backward. "We can talk about this." She took a step back, and bumped up against three more members of her security team, including Mariko, who was an authentic Japanese ninja. Hands clamped down on her upper arms as she felt hot breath against her ear, and heard the word "Loser."

Her pants were grabbed.

In no time at all they had her naked and squirming on the floor of the cafeteria, wrists and ankles bound with duct tape. Her hair was grabbed, and Thelma obligingly raised her skirt so that Carol could be **** to kiss her big fat orange-panty-clad bottom. She was then frog-marched through the offices, with everyone she met getting a commemorative photograph and writing something funny in permanent pen across her bare bouncy body. Dr. Blithe pinched her nipples and Emilia tickled her between the legs until she begged for mercy.

Finally, a door was opened, and Carol was thrown out onto the busy streets of Miami, Florida. A passing rollerskater saw her tumble into the grass, and raised his voice.

"Hey, everyone," he shouted. "Look at that NAKED DORK!"

And a chorus of totally unsympathetic laughter rang in the air, dozens of mocking smiles aimed in Carol's direction as she began her long, naked, shameful hop through the streets. Officially and cosmically the biggest loser in the world.