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One of the girls grabbed the back of it and ripped a big chunk off, then another ripped my sleeve and part of the rest off. I stumbled to my feet, clutching one arm against my chest, pinning the remnants of the blouse there.

But then I felt hands clawing at my bra strap and jerked my arm back, trying to twist away. The other girls moved in on me, laughing in cruel delight, tearing the last piece of my blouse away and ripping her bra free as well.

A hand jerked my hair back hard and another fist slammed into my bare belly. I collapsed to my knees and a kick caught me in the side, tossing me down hard. Another foot slammed into me behind, then as I rolled weakly onto my side another hit me in the gut.

I was thrown sideways, gasping and moaning as I rolled, still trying to cover my breasts with my arms as the girls surrounded me, laughing and taunting.

"Let's see your big tits, slut!"

"She sure likes showing off!"

"Filthy whore! Jiggle your fat tits at us!"

I held my arms folded across my chest as I slowly pushed myself to my feet, but someone grabbed my hair again, jerking my head back so hard I screamed in agony, my hands shooting up and back, exposing my breasts.

Hands grabbed at them, clawing and squeezing hard and cruelly. Fingernails dug into the soft flesh as they laughed at my cries, tearing and pulling at my breasts, slapping and pinching them as I slapped blindly at them, unable to even see them because my head was **** so far back.

"Grab her hands! Grab her hands!"

My arms were grabbed and pulled down and behind me, and my hair was released. Kelly punched me in the mouth and my head rocked back again as I tasted blood. Then she carefully drew her fist back and punched me in the belly, once, twice, three times.

Each time I gasped in pain and sickness, my legs going rubbery and my guts twisting. After the third time I was sure I was going to be sick. Then Kelly turned to the rest and said something, which they laughed at. I couldn't make it out. My head was roaring and I was dazed and filled with pain.

Kelly's knee slammed up into my groin, almost lifting me off her feet, then the girls let go of my arms, flinging me to the pavement again. I barely caught myself before my chin would have struck the ground, gasping with pain, my mind reeling.

A foot hit my side and spun me across the pavement amid the laughter and jeers. Someone grabbed the front of my pants, rapidly undoing them. I batted at them feebly but the girl shouted in triumph and jerked back.

I felt my pants ripped down my legs. The girl pulled hard, and my legs were lifted into the air only to drop back to the pavement as the pants tore free of my feet. My tennis shoes flew off, torn free by my jeans, and I lay there groaning in shame and misery and pain and nausea, trying to pull into a fetal position.

Another girl grabbed my string bikini panties and tore them free. They surrounded me, jeering and hooting as I was now completely naked, sobbing in terror and pain, trying to curl into a ball.