Yes

Amelia was winning the exchange. Despite her pants threatening to fall to her ankles at any moment, she did her best to ignore the fact her thong was on show and grasped Daffney in a tight headlock.

She squeezed and squeezed like she wanted to pop the blonde’s head off. Now that she was completely in her power, she could walk her anywhere. But as much as the headlock was wearing Daffney down further, it didn’t give her what she wanted: to expose Daffney and leave her naked in a public place.

Amelia finally looked towards Yana. The silly girl was still skulking around the combat zone. Her bra and panties were still on show. She could see she didn’t want to take a risk in losing her underwear. Ever the coward, it sickened her that Yana was willing to see her exposed because she couldn’t finish her own dirty work.

“Are you going to just stand there or what?” Amelia snarled.

Daffney felt like her head was turning into a big red balloon. She managed to suck in little breaths of air every couple of seconds, as Amelia rhythmically squeezed the life out of her. The bigger girl had her completely neutralised and she was stuck there until Ameli deigned to let her go. At least she had to use both hands for this. Her dignity was safe for now, if she didn’t end up passing out.

Yana, battered, humiliated, and broken, but ever the opportunist weighed up her options. Amelia had finally managed to wrangle control of Daffney and now she wanted pay back. Shaking some of her nervousness away, she ventured back into the fight with glee at seeing Daffney **** to bend over, defenceless.

Daffney thrashed and tugged to pull herself away. It wasn’t working. Amelia’s grip wouldn’t budge.

“Go on, Yana, get her,” Amelia said.

Daffney felt sick to her stomach. She delivered mule kicks behind her in the vain hope she would catch Yana coming in. Frantically she flailed around hoping to catch another break. As Yana dipped her fingers her waistband from the side, all she could do was shout.

“No, no, no...” Daffney pleaded.

Yana pantsed Daffney with a flourish, bringing her jeans down to her knees. Her ass in a lacy GREEN Brazilian style panties were exposed. Half her ass was now hanging out. This was the most humiliating moment of her life thus far.

“How’d you like that, Daffney?” asked Yana.

Yana slapped Daffney across the bottom of her exposed ass cheek, eliciting a squeal in the process.

“Let’s get them off,” Amelia commanded.

Yana pulled them down to her ankles, revealing the entirety of her tanned legs. Amelia soon released the headlock and joined Yana in grabbing another leg.

Together, they toppled Daffney and began working them over her tennis shoes and, finally, removing them.

“How do you like it, bitch?” Yana screamed in a mad fury.

Amelia pulled her pants up again, only for them to sink down to where they nearly were before.

“Let’s see how you feel when I ruin your clothes.” Amelia waved her jeans in Daffney’s direction.

Instead of resuming her attack, Amelia stalked away and laid the jeans on the hood of the nearest car. She strained to rip the button off and to destroy the zip. But it wasn’t enough for her. She demanded Yana join her and together they began to pick apart the jeans, ripping and tearing them like wild animals, as if they were determined to tear them into two pieces like they had her tank top.

Daffney could do nothing. She was mortified by what had happened to her. Being seen in her bra was one thing, but being in nothing but her bra, panties, and tennis shoes was a whole new level of exposure way beyond her comfort levels.

She debated running. She could come back for her car. This had gotten out of hand, and now with Yana back in the fight she was staring down the prospect of ending up naked.

Tears came to her eyes as she watched the two women do their best to destroy yet another article of her clothing.