Samia Strips Naked

Her head dropped when she realised he wasn’t joking.

The first obstacle was going to be revealing her face. Hopefully nobody would recognise her.

Samia breathed in deep, almost coughing from all the pipe smoke. It was cool, and several of the shutters were open, but the smoke still lingered in the air. The conundrum remained, just like it had before she danced. This was ridiculous, degrading, perverted.

Regardless, there was no way she could walk away. After everything, she had to do this. She had to join the Shadow Blades after all. She needed their help. She needed to learn their ways.

Maybe they just wanted to see if she was willing, perhaps if she started, they'd stop her before she became fully naked.

She removed her hood first, shaking her hair out sensually, flicking it behind her head. Would anyone recognised her? Hopefully not.

Her shirt was going to be next. There was no move to stop her. It seemed like all the men were holding their breath, she could practically feel all of their heartbeats. This wasn't just some practical joke, she was going to have go all the way.

She began to unbutton her shirt, feeling the heat of humiliation burning into her cheeks. She was about to expose her whole body in front of dozens of men.

“Don’t just undress,” Reynaldo said. “Put on a show for us. Dance while you strip.”

Samia hesitated, her eyes darting around the room, searching for an escape. She bit her lip nervously, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. The men, who had been leering at her with their beady eyes, waited patiently for her response.

"Come on, Samia," Reynaldo taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't tell us you're scared to show us what you've got."

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her medium-sized, firm and perky breasts. She could feel their eyes devouring every inch of her body, their lust palpable in the air.

As she removed the shirt and tossed it aside, her heart raced with a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation. She licked her lips, almost excited at the thought of being topless. Her hands trembled slightly as she undid the clasp of her bra, letting it slip from her shoulders. She swayed her hips a little side to side, trying to drag the moment out and tease the men for as long as possible.

She turned her back to them as she danced for longer, showing the sleek skin of her exposed back as she dropped her bra, but kept her hands over her breasts.

When she turned around, she rubbed her hands over them, until her nipples were covered by just a couple of fingers. She could feel their long, drawn out breaths on her skin.

She eventually pulled the fingers away, allowing everyone in the room a sight of her small nipples. She continued to sway, making her tits bounce.

"Oh shit," one of the men murmured appreciatively, eyeing Samia's exposed breasts hungrily.

Her brown hair hung down her back, her cheeks were red with embarrassment as her nipples hardened. Her olive skin was on show for everyone to see.

"More," said Lexo. "Take it all off.”

Samia's heart pounded in her chest as she slowly untied the knot at the side of her skirt, exposing the bare, quivering flesh of her thigh to the leering eyes of the men. Her hands trembled slightly as she loosened the string that held her skirt up, hesitating for a moment before giving in to their demands. With a sigh, she let the fabric slide down her body, revealing black panties that left little to the imagination.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Reynaldo muttered under his breath, his gaze fixated on Samia's naked form. "Now strip those damn panties off too."

Samia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger at their audacity. She clenched her fists tightly at her sides, fighting against the urge to run away from this twisted nightmare. But deep down, she knew that she wanted to join them more than anything, if this was her initiation, so be it.

Reluctantly, she let go of any remaining resistance and turned her back to her crowd, bending over and slowly sliding down the black lace panties. She stared at the wall as she slid down to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

As they joined the rest of her clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor, she could feel an unfamiliar heat pooling between her thighs. It was a mixture of humiliation and arousal that sent conflicting sensations coursing throughout her veins.

Samia stood awkwardly in the centre of the room, her naked body on full display for the lecherous eyes of the Shadow Blades. She tried to cover herself up with her arms, but they had seen it all already. The men circled around her like vultures, their gazes fixated on every inch of her exposed skin.

"Looks like we have ourselves a little treat here," one of them sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "I hope you know how to please us."

"I don't fucking know what else you want from me," she spat out through gritted teeth. "But I won't be your toy. I came here to be a thief, not a whore."

The men laughed mockingly at Samia's defiance. They revelled in her vulnerability and knew exactly how to exploit it.

"Oh sweetheart," one of them taunted, stepping closer until his face was mere inches away from hers. "You may not be our toy yet, but we'll make sure you're begging for it soon enough.”