A Second Pantsing

The atmosphere turned sour and they weren’t laughing any longer. They went to work on Jenny with violent efficiency. These girls knew how to fight from a life in the ghetto.

They each took a turn to strike her on the ground. The girl in black took her by the hair and dragged her to her feet. Jenny, attempting to jab her in the stomach. It had no effect. But she couldn’t allow herself to plead and beg. It’s what they wanted.

Jenny found herself trapped. Unable to fall to the ground and unable to fight back. She knew she was ****.

The humiliated girl in white was determined to start repaying the favour immediately. She strolled around the melee and knelt down behind Jenny.

Attaching her hands to the bottom of the short leopard print skirt she pulled the loose skirt down to her knees, and finally, down to her ankles before taking it away completely.

Jenny screamed and pathetically tried to turn her ass away from the group. But whilst locked up in the other girl’s arms she was **** to endure this humiliation. Her stomach dropped in dread. This was only the beginning.

The girl in black slammed her down to the ground hard. The shockwaves reverberated around her body leaving her disorientated and sapped of the will to think straight.

The entirety of the red leggings had been exposed. Clear panty lines could be seen underneath them. It was clear whatever underwear she had on underneath left very little to the imagination, and this was one of her biggest fears. Any embarrassment hadn’t yet kicked in. At least she wasn’t showing off any skin, yet.

“How do you like that, bitch?” the girl in blue taunted as her friend pressed the side of her face into the concrete.

The recently pantsed teen bucked and kicked fruitlessly.

“Ok, girls, what should we take next?” said the girl in white.

“I just wonder what colour’s her underwear. See if artists really do like colour under there,” said the girl in blue.

The four bimbos giggled manically in response. There was no way out now. They were really going to go all the way with this.

The girl in white smacked her over the head with her discarded skirt.

Jenny could only cover up again. Just in her open grey zip-up hoodie, a navy blue t-shirt, and her red leggings she still wouldn’t think about what was in her future.