You feel the dull side of the knife against the back of your neck as the whipmaster with violent jerks begins to cut from your vest’s neckline to the opening for your left arm. Afraid of being cut you arch your back as the crowd returns to it chant. “Strip her! Strip her! Strip her!” After cutting another line to the right arm opening the fiend easily pulls your vest free from your shoulders and throws it to the side.
Placing the knife back in its sheath he moves close behind you as his hands reaches around to your front. His horrible stale sweat stench is nauseating, even worse you can feel his erect penis through his pants against your ass as he hugs you. His hands roughly cup your breasts pushing them up as his fingers pry through the holes in between your shirt’s buttons.
Before he strips your shirt off the judge raises his hand to get his attention. “Leave her undergarments on for now; I have something special planned for her.”
The whipmaster nods, his head to your side so you cannot head butt him. His palms press up on the underside of your tits enjoying how firm yet soft they are. You feel his fists clench and with one violent jerk he rips your shirt open exposing the skimpy simple bra underneath. The crowd cheers as with another violent jerk your shirt is torn from your back. Your huge breasts bounce up and down as the crowd roars with approval.
Retrieving his knife the brute goes to work on your pants. Its soft leather is tough going at first, but the whipmaster is strong, determined and has done this before. Soon the last scrap of your pants is removed from your body revealing a tiny thong like loincloth. Your boots prove to be the greatest challenge, but they too fall to his knife.
Finish with his work the whipmaster steps back as the judge has an announcement to make.
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