More Clothes Come Into Play

Daffney's new tactic of keeping her distance appeared to be working well. She'd won fights throughout her formative years many times. One time she even managed to win a 2v1 fight, but that was when she was fully rested. She'd already gone through a gruelling battle with Yana, and the looming threat of her returning to help her friends was still there. She was worried, she was scared, but she didn't have the time to dwell on that.

She continued to use the car to her advantage. Skipping from bumper to fender and back again, the girls were getting more and more frustrated with her. In particular, Amelia wanted her ****.

"Come on, you bitch," Amelia yelled at her. "Stop running away."

"Get her, Amelia." Emily stopped following and doubled back.

Daffney needed to thwart their flanking tactics and fast. She had to fire back again. Considering her options, she darted towards Emily. This time Emily managed to get her hands up. The weaker of the two had learned. She had no exit. Amelia took no time at all to get behind Daffney and nail her directly in the kidneys.

Daffney groaned at the hit. Once again, the two stooges started to wail on her. This time she was trapped against the hood of the car. The two girls had latched onto her to stop her futile escape attempts. Amelia soon took command of the beating and turned Daffney around. She dove between the two in an attempt to escape.

Emily latched onto the back of her jeans. Her hand dug deep into the back and the smaller girl dragged her back with ease. They descended a little to display the very top of her ass crack. Luckily, her jeans were tight enough even without her belt to stay up, as long as the button held.

Daffney crashed onto the hood of the car again, stomach-first. The hood had no give and Daffney could barely breathe. **** over the top of the hood with her ass crack bobbing in and out of view, the two girls seized her by the hair and shirt. Unable to fight back, she was at their mercy as they thrashed her around like a rag doll.

She was dizzy and in a daze. Still, they overpowered her. Now they were both clinging to her grey tank top as they essentially played a tug of war game with her. Every second she was jerked in a new direction. Little by little her tank top was coming apart at the seams. The thin material could no longer stand the strain and it started to tear along the seams.

Daffney registered it as her tank top began to loosen until all she heard was a great ripping sound. She spun away, the tattered remains of her tank top coming off in their hands, as she was completely relieved of the garment.

She stumbled away, her small yet perky tits encased in a simple BLACK bra. The cold air of humiliation tickled her skin as her tits, pierced belly button, and slightly toned abs were on show. Her hands flew to her chest as she flushed. Now it was her turn to feel what Yana had felt, the whole reason she'd staged this attack in the first place.