Hit the showers

It's getting late in the day, so you decide to head to the showers to catch the rush.

This is a prime time of day to see upper-class girls getting ready to retire for the night. You walk along the shower stalls, inspecting the student body. It's satisfying to see for the first time that every butt in sight has been stamped, "Stripped by the Panty Raider." You grin.

There's one girl at the end that you recognize as one of his most recent strippings. She's a petite human girl, with not much to speak of in the way of breasts or ass, but with an adorable face and fetching black hair running down to her shoulders. She is currently engaged in trying to scrub the stamp off of her tiny butt.

It's not going well.

"That's not going to work, honey," you say, taking the shower beside her and soaping up your breasts.

She gives you an icy glance and then returns to scrubbing her cheek.

"Really, it's not coming off," you say. "Raider uses an enchanted ink that's very, very stubborn. It'll wear off in a couple weeks."

"Why does he have to stamp us like this?" she huffs.

"It's a courtesy! He likes to keep us marked so that he knows not to strip you too often. Has to let you keep your panty supply up, after all."

"If that's the case, why does he stamp a place that he can't see until he's already stripped us?"

"Because he likes stripping us!" you say. "Listen... what's your name?"

"Pei."

"Pei..." You put an arm around her shoulders. "This was your first time getting stripped, right? He's going to strip you again, and again, and again... so my advice is to embrace it. Like this girl here..."

A robust blonde woman is passing by at that moment. She pauses to exchange pleasantries, after which you slap a high-five and then slap each other smartly on the butt. It's the "secret handshake" of the Raider's Girls, an informal club of girls who support the Panty Raider and his girl-stripping agenda.

"But it's humiliating!" she says. "He took off my bra in front of all of my guy friends today! Now they all know that I stuff!"

"You need to be yourself, honey!" you say. "But if you're really committed to being a stick in the mud, you can join WAR."

"What's that?"

"Women Against Raider. It's a group of girls who fiercely speak out against Raider and try to thwart his harvests. I should add, though, that they are never successful, and end up getting stripped far more often than everyone else."

"Oh."

"And spanked. Anyway..."