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Chapter 6 by Marauderr Marauderr

What happens in Metalshop?

Disaster finally strikes

Unfortunately for Amira, she was clueless when it came to the appliance. It was probably twice her age and she didn’t really pay attention when the teacher explained it. She started the machine, and it began ferociously rotating her metal piece.

“Alright, just gotta look busy” Amira nervously thought to herself.

She leaned toward the machine to begin sanding. For the first time since she ran into Mr. Harrison’s room, she finally began to ignore her wardrobe predicament. Then, the unthinkable happened. The seldom-worn dress was adequate in length to cover her legs. Likewise, it was the perfect length to reach just into the complicated mechanisms of the running lathing machine. In in a split second, the bottom of the dress got caught into the rotating gears, and fiercely began pulling it. A tugging, tearing sound began, and Amira could feel the snug dress constrain on her curvy body. She squealed as she clasped her hands to the machine, painstakingly too far from the “off” button. The dress was on its last threads, and Amira prayed that the nightmare would just end.

It only just began. The dress finally snapped, and vehemently ripped off her body in one fluid motion, as it ripped into countless shreds in the lathing machine. With her hands glued to the machine still, Amira stood in her big black boots, with her long, silky-smooth legs extending to her sexy lacy panties. Purchased as a joke-gift, the light-green Victoria-secret brand underwear, complete small white bow in the front, contorted around Amira’s voluptuous backside, fitting almost like a thong. Her matching bra similarly failed to adequately cover her large breasts. To top it off, her beige hijab remained perfectly in place, although at this point all it did was draw more attention to her precarious situation. Forget showing arms or her lower back, now all she had for her modesty was these things and a loose bra that detailed her now protruding dark brown nipples ever so perfectly.

At this point, time (and Amira) seemed to freeze completely.

How does Amira (and the class) react?

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