The brunette overpowers her, and inflicts total humiliation on Isabel

Originally written by Bluefish

Isabel had been using both hands to pin the brunette's arms to the ground. She now made a grab for the brunette's impressive breasts, and got them, one in each hand. She squeezed hard - a technique she had seen plenty of times, inflicting both mild pain and humiliation. And she wanted to humiliate this girl badly for what she had done to her.

That was a mistake. The moment her arms were free, the brunette landed a stinging slap right across Isabel's face, so hard it made Isabel's ears ring. At the same time, the brunette brought her knee up and caught Isabel in the crotch. It wasn't even a particularly hard blow, but the sudden sensation in her most intimate area made Isabel's entire body go rigid with shock.

The next thing she knew, she was on her stomach, her breasts squishing against the cold floor. Uh oh. The brunette was now straddling her from behind, pinning her arms behind her back. "You shouldn't have done that," the furious brunette panted. "I was just having a little fun. But now? Oh, now I'm going to punish you."

She heard a jingling sound - a belt buckle? Suddenly she felt something being wound around her wrists, and realized her arms were being bound. Panicking, she thrashed, trying to escape, but to no avail - she was securely pinned. The brunette finished tying her wrists, pulling the belt tight, then rose, grabbing her upper arm. "Get up."

Isabel was dragged to her feet, and the brunette seized her shoulders and spun her to face the crowd. Isabel stood in front of them, completely naked from head to toe, with her hands securely bound behind her back. Her voluptuous body was gleaming with sweat, and her breasts were heaving visibly as she panted.

The bottom dropped out of her stomach, and she tried to double over, but the brunette **** her to remain upright. "Nooooooo!" Isabel screamed. This was the worst humiliation she had felt yet. She wanted more than anything in the world to cover herself, but no matter how hard she fought against her bonds, it was to no avail. The brunette was still holding her arm, so she couldn't even run. She had **** but to stand there, buck naked, in front of dozens of jeering strangers.

The brunette used this opportunity to finally pull her pants back up, and zip up her jacket, covering her breasts once more. Now clothed once more, she walked around to face Isabel. She seemed to have mostly regain her composure after her unexpected humiliation, though there were now two bright spots of color in her otherwise pale cheeks, and her hair was unkempt from their struggle. "What's the matter?" she asked, with that same small mocking smirk. "Feeling a little exposed?" To punctuate her point, she reached out and grabbed one of Isabel's breasts, lifting it up then releasing it to let it fall and jiggle. Isabel's face felt like it was on fire. She wanted to melt into the ground and never be seen again.

Pulling her phone out of her pocket, the brunette held it up to her own face, keeping Isabel out of the frame. "Hello, friends and followers!" she said. "My name is Rebecca! And this" - she spun and pointed the phone at Isabel, who tried to shrink away - "is what happens when you mess with me!"

Moving the camera closer, she panned it slowly over every inch of Isabel's naked body, from her bare feet to her shaved crotch to her round breasts, and finally up to her beet-red face. "Say your name for us, please?" she said cheerfully.

Isabel didn't want to know what would happen if she refused. "Isabel," she mumbled weakly. This entire day was a nightmare come true.

Rebecca looked into the camera again. "Her name's Isabel! And I was just having a little fun, playing a little prank on her, but she had to go and make me angry! And now here she is, tied up naked in public! I bet she's regretting making me angry now, aren't you, Isabel?"

"Yeah," mumbled Isabel again, in a defeated tone.

"Yeah," repeated Rebecca in a mocking imitation of Isabel's tone. "Gee, that didn't sound very convincing to me. I guess maybe we ought to keep going, huh?"