Vanilla Strips for him

Let’s make it a little more interesting. Keep dancing, but strip for me.

Vanilla's eyes widened in horror at Zangard's command. Her movements didn’t falter, despite the mixture of shock and disgust crossing her face. She continued to move sensually. She tried to resist, to fight against the compulsion that **** her to obey, but it was as if some unseen **** was guiding her every action.

With a heavy heart and cheeks burning with shame, Vanilla continued to dance, her hands moving slowly to the buttons of her shirt.

With trembling fingers, Vanilla began to unbutton her shirt, each movement a battle against the humiliation and violation she felt. The fabric slipped off her shoulders, revealing her skin inch by inch, and she fought to maintain some semblance of control over her own body. Despite the fear and disgust roiling inside her, she couldn't bring herself to disobey Zangard's command.

As the shirt fell to the forest floor, Vanilla stood before Zangard in only her trousers and undergarments. Her face was flushed with anger and shame, but there was a glint of defiance in her eyes that refused to be extinguished. She was determined to hold on to her sense of self, no matter what atrocities Zangard **** upon her.

Zangard watched with a twisted delight, his eyes alight with a cruel satisfaction as Vanilla stood topless before him, hands over her breasts as she danced. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as the cool night air enveloped her exposed body, baring her vulnerability to the man who held her captive.

Do not cover yourself.

She felt a surge of humiliation and violation wash over her as her hands fell to her sides, revealing her small breasts, the nipples hard in the cool night.

She continued the dance, hands moving down to her breeches to remove them next.

As Vanilla's fingers gripped the waist of her breeches, she felt a new wave of rage and embarrassment course through her. She was determined to maintain some semblance of dignity, even as Zangard **** her to strip and dance for his amusement.

Her eyes locked onto his, challenging him with every step she took. She felt more exposed than ever before, but she refused to let him see her break. With a fierce determination, Vanilla slowly lowered her breeches, revealing her legs to Zangard. Her undergarments were all that remained now, clinging tightly to her hips and thighs.

Zangard licked his lips hungrily as he watched Vanilla's body reveal itself piece by piece. He smirked at the defiance in her face.

Vanilla's heart pounded in her chest as she felt the cool night air whip around her exposed flesh. The humiliation and violation she felt only fueled her determination to maintain her dignity, even as she stood before Zangard completely naked.

Without hesitation, Vanilla reached for the last obstacle between her and Zangard's leering gaze: her undergarments.

As her fingers gripped the waistband, she glared at him with fire in her eyes. Despite the shiver that ran down her spine, she refused to let him see any weakness in her.

Her hands moved slowly, pulling the material down over her hips and thighs. The fabric clung to her skin, revealing every curve and line of her body. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she exposed her most intimate parts to Zangard's gaze, but she maintained her defiant stare.

When the undergarments finally fell to her ankles, she kicked them away, standing completely naked before him, but for her boots. Her body might have been bare, but her spirit remained unbroken. She was Vanilla, and she would not let Zangard strip away her dignity or her strength.

The forest air felt colder now, but Vanilla refused to shiver or flinch. Instead, she stood tall and proud, daring Zangard to look upon her without seeing the indomitable spirit that still burned within her.

"Is that all, Zangard?" she challenged, her voice steady despite the turmoil roiling within her. "Do you think this display of power is enough to break me? To make me submit?"

Zangard's eyes raked over her body slowly, devouring every inch of exposed flesh. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”