Yes

Daffney was defenseless. Yana slapped her around the back of the head. She slipped a finger into the shoulder of her black bra. Daffney shivered at the touch. She knew what was coming. There was nothing she could do pinned underneath her like this. She couldn't even curl into a ball like Yana did. Daffney reached out in exasperation for anything that could save her, but there was only the edge of the muddy grass.

"Let's see how you like it," said Yana.

Yana unclipped the black bra. It came away to reveal Daffney's bare back.

"No, I'm sorry. Don't strip me," Daffney begged.

Daffney pressed herself into the ground. She clamped her arms to the ground. Whatever happened, Yana still had to get the bra over her arms. She would stay here all night if it meant saving herself from being exposed.

"Oh, you're going to be difficult. That's fine."

Yana grabbed her by the back of the hair and tore her head back, forcing her to lift slightly off the ground. She was in tears now, the pure terror etched on her face. She thought she had this in the bag. She thought she had Yana and her cronies on the run.

Daffney screamed as Yana cranked back on her head. Then Yana's hand snaked beneath her and began to pull the bra up from the front. Daffney flailed her arms and kicked her legs in futilely. yana lifted the cups of her bra up and soon her A cup tits flopped into the open. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass from the cold.

Yana got the bra up to her neck and towards her head. The straps still held along her arms, but the exposure was almost complete. Determined to rip it or tear her opponent's arms from her sockets if she had to, Yana slowly rose up. The bra became tangled in Daffney's arms, but no matter how much she struggled she was **** to follow Yana's tune.

Yana planted her feet and with one almighty tug, the bra came off. She held it up in front of her with a grin.

Daffney rolled away and darted to her feet. From where she was standing, that was the last straw for Daffney. She'd broken her opponent. Her mascara was now running down both cheeks, making her look like an extra from a horror movie. Her legs were clamped together and wobbling, with both hands clamped across her tits.

"Nice to see your tiny tits, Daffney," Yana said, almost keeling over with laughter. She made a show of tearing the bra apart. "Oops."

Yana couldn't be happier. It was like she had forgotten that she, too, was standing in the middle of the parking lot in her bra and panties. The old confidence returned. Victory in her sights. So many devilish thoughts for humiliating Daffney further raced through her mind.