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 ï>¿Sarah and the Gypsie's Curse by Cream_Caramel

   SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH.  01

   Sarah finds herself afflicted with a most unusual curse.

   My story is true, but it played out like a very absurd cautionary tale
as to why you shouldn't just blow up in someone's face in the middle of the
street.

   My name is Sarah and I'm a 36 year old office worker that I'm perfectly
happy working in, I have a boyfriend named Gary who I love quite a lot,
I've got a good deal of friends who enjoy my company (and vice versa),
basically, life was good, and if I may brag a bit, my hourglass figure, fit
body, luscious ass and bouncing breasts are pretty stellar.

   Now, like many if not most people, I have my own kinks, I'm a bit of an
exhibitionist, I love reading stories on websites and message boards and
whatnot, I'm not brave enough to ever do any of that in public, at least,
not until one fateful day.

   I was on my way to get some coffee during a break at work, when I
accidentally bumped into what I could only describe at the time as a
homeless old lady, who wasted no time beginning to yell at me.

   "Watch where you're going you hussy!" she said in a thick, eastern
european accent, now this was New-York so I wasn't really fazed all that
much by getting bumped into nor getting yelled at as a result, and of
course, I did what any good old New-Yorker would do, I shot back:

   "Oh, put a sock in it, you old bag!" Not the most cutting of insults nor
the most creative, but that didn't dampen the old lady's spirit.

   "Oh yeah!?  Well, a curse on you, you whore, may your humiliation never
end, and may no one ever come to your aid!" That bit took me off guard,
insults I was used to, but actual curses?  That was pretty rare, and it
took me off guard even further since the old lady had such an intimidating
accent, and in hindsight, if you described that lady as a gypsy to me, I
would not find fault in your description.

   I just walked away, intent on pushing the incident out of my mind, but
it did kind of stick in there.

   Over the next few days I'd forget the whole thing for the most part but
my mind would always wander back to it, all until one weekend where I was
out jogging before I went back to Gary's apartment; I had some clothes over
at his place so I didn't think much of it.

   Back at the apartment, I gave Gary a kiss "Need anything before I take a
shower, Sweetey?"

   "Nah, I'm good, enjoy your shower." I hopped into the shower, and since
I'd done this many times before, I didn't notice Gary sneaking in and
stealing all the clothes and towels from the bathroom.

   When I got out, I searched around and couldn't find anything, I was
puzzled and decided to go out in search of some of my clothes that I had
left there, I wasn't bothered being naked in Gary's apartment, since I had
been in this state before, so I wasn't really surprised by anything.

   "Honey, did you take my clothes?" I called out, seeing how Gary was
nowhere to be found, however, his reply came from outside the apartment's
door.

   "Hey Sweety, I have them with me, but can you help me out a little
here?" I was flustered, I wanted to tell him that I was naked, but I didn't
want to shout it out in case anyone heard.

   I tiptoed over to the door where he was, and before I knew what was
going on, the door blew open, and in one swift motion, Gary grabbed me,
shoved me outside and latched the door, and so I was stuck outside in the
hallway naked.

   "Gary!  What the hell!?" I nearly shouted, but I didn't want to alert
the neighbors to any disturbance, the only thing worse than being out here
naked was the neighbors watching it as it happened.

   My hands had flown up quite naturally to cover myself in classic ENF
fashion, but it was too late, Gary had snapped a picture of me in the
hallway fully nude, he told me to put my arms down, maybe it was the little
exhibitionist in me, maybe it was shock, heck, nowadays, I might think it
was the curse, but I did as I was told without much thought, my compliance
prompted a few more pics.

   "Okay, you had your fun, Can I get back in now?" I had no idea what was
happening, Gary had never done anything like this before, but for some
reason the thought of that old lady's curse shot right back into my head.

   "Sure, as soon as you lay down and masturbate." Gary gave the command, I
was shocked, but I can't lie, I was turned on by those words, it was like
one of those nonsensical stories I'd read online, but I reminded myself,
those are just stories, not matter how vehemently the characters in the
stories proper argued otherwise.

   "You can't be serious!" I hissed at Gary, my arms remembering to return
to their proper position, where they can shield my privates.

   "You won't get in unless you do." Gary threatened, cementing the fact
that I was not in a position to argue.

   "Can I at least come back in and do it inside?" I tried to bargain,
though that was probably futile on my part, considering my position and the
cause of it.

   "Nope, do it right where you are, I don't want you dirtying up the
inside of the apartment." Gary laughed, okay, that was kinda mean, he was
referring to my tendency to squirt when orgasming, and a part of me wanted
to refuse him, but another part knew he had won completely and had total
control over me, and then common sense just went out the door when yet
another part argued that I would love it (probably the same part that
pushed my arms down), all while that niggling thought about the curse kept
intruding at the back of my head.

   What, you think you're gonna break the curse by asking?

   I laid down on the ground and spread my legs open, I let my hands do
their work as one latched onto my breasts and the other started flicking my
clit, I was pretty horny as it was, so the orgasm was coming quick, I
looked back at Gary and saw the phone still recording.

   "Those are just for you, right?" I managed to get out as two of my
fingers slipped into my pussy.

   "Nope, I'll be sharing these with all our friends." and that set me off,
it hit me that I was laying down stark butt naked in the middle of the
hallway and masturbating after being locked out by my boyfriend, and I was
now having the most amazing orgasm, my juices squirted out on the hallway
floor, my voice barely kept in.

   I was breathing heavily, recovering from my orgasm when I heard a voice:

   "Hi Sarah, good to see you." It was Mike, Gary's brother, looking at me
lying there with the biggest grin on his face.



   SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH.  02

   Sarah, still skeptical if the curse exists, performs a test.

   So after the sordid episode I spoke about previously, I got to thinking,
was this really part of some strange curse cast on me by a gypsy woman?

   Naturally, this sounded absurd, there's no such thing as curses after
all, but after a few days, it was apparent that nobody was mentioning the
incident, neither Gary nor Mike, his brother, brought it up even in
passing, I even tried to mention it to Gary, asking if he remembered that
day, but all I got was a very lukewarm response, it was almost as if that
incident was completely mundane and uneventful.

   With that little detail to occupy me, I wanted to see if this curse
truly existed, and what better way to do so than by tempting fate?

   I had organized a party between some of mine and Gary's friends, nothing
too large, just a small get together to enact my plan.

   The party itself started out quite normally, people mingling about,
having fun, dancing with the music, and, quite possibly, there was some
booze but nothing major, the best most people at the party could manage was
a healthy buzz.

   The party continued as any normal party would, with one exception, as
the affair began to slowly die down, I made a shocking announcement:

   "How about it folks, are you up for a little spicy game?" the crowd
cheered back up from the lull it had sunk into just a moment ago, I felt a
knot in my stomach.

   "We'll each draw a card from this deck and show it to everyone, the
people with the highest number, aces then face cards and so on, will get to
pull out, the rest keep playing.

   I continued explaining the rules:

   "We'll keep going like this until we have the last person, that's our
loser, and what does that loser have to do?" Shouts with lewd suggestions
came flying out

   " Have them do a silly dance!"

   "Make them streak outside!"

   "Give them a spanking!"

   "Come on folks, think of something spicier!" I riled up the crowd
further, making sure everyone was excited "How about they stay naked the
entire night, and everyone gets to touch?"

   This was the moment of truth, I knew these people, and if there truly
was no curse, there would be some hesitation to this idea.

   The crowd cheered.

   I was now feeling a chill running down my spine, this was not the
reaction I expected, but that wasn't the end of my experiment, you see, I
had orchestrated the game to play out this way for a simple purpose:

   There was about two dozen people in here, that meant I'd have to miss
the highest card more than twenty times in a row; If this truly was the
work of a curse, then this insane, competition with nearly a million to one
shot of loss cannot end in any way other than me losing, correct?

   I began giving out cards, reminding everyone that aces were high, I
flipped my card over, a queen of spades!  I wondered if I was going to
disprove the curse almost immediately, but no, I was still in the game, as
all the cards went out, kings and aces emerged from amongst the crowd.

   Next round I got a 5 of hearts, nowhere near the top of the list, I was
still in the game and so six of the two dozen or so guests were already out
of the game.

   Next round was the same, a 7 of spades, but the most galling aspect of
this round was that Gary had pulled an ace, so he was out of the game!  I
was growing more incredulous by the minute, is this really going to play
out the way I planned it?

   This continued on, I kept on believing that at any point now I was going
to get the high card, but that moment never came, the pit in my stomach
grew and grew as twelve players remained, then nine, then eight, then six,
sometimes it was close, and sometimes it wasn't.

   Then there were two other players left, I was shaking from disbelief, I
looked at my card and my heart nearly leapt from joy, a king!

   The odds that either of the two other players, a girl named Jessica and
a man named Paul, both of whom were my co-workers, had anything higher than
a king was nearly impossible.

   But nearly impossible is leagues apart from completely impossible, I
nearly fainted when both Paul and Jessica revealed aces of their own, and I
couldn't even prepare myself for this likelihood, it came so suddenly.

   I didn't even have time to object or bargain, I felt hands on my dress,
unzipping it and pulling it down, I was left standing there in a thong in
front of nearly thirty people!  And even that was short lived as I could
feel fingers dig into the waistband and pull it down, there I was,
completely naked, to everyone's cheers and laughter!

   There were no nerves, no hesitation there, nobody was shocked to see me
naked, nobody was feeling awkward, people treated stripping me and soon
enough groping me as a normal, everyday amusement, like watching TV.

   This was the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me, last
time didn't compare!  I was seen by two people as far as I knew last time,
and only one of them had never seen me naked, but this was a whole other
level!

   But I couldn't really do anything, I was now certain this was the work
of the curse, even if it was my own plan, the curse trapped me in this
unwinnable situation, and the idea that I was now forced to go around the
party, getting my picture taken by and with everyone, not to mention
getting my breasts squeezed, my nipples tweaked and my ass smacked and
pinched constantly, that was turning me on.

   And to top it off, there were even a few bold souls who managed to get
their fingers on my pussy and clit, I was pretty humiliated as the curse
implied I would be, but what the curse didn't account for (or didn't care
to account for) was that I would enjoy this sort of situation..

   With that said, everyone knew I could not rebuff anyone's advances, I
have to say it didn't take long before I was pretty horny, and visibly so.

   "Hey honey, how are you feeling?" Gary came over and rubbed my shoulder,
but despite his attempt to make me feel better, all I could think of was
the feeling of his clothes' fabric against my bare skin.

   "I'm a bit flustered, honestly." I replied to the best of my ability,
hoping not to show my arousal too much, but seeing how it was Gary, he
probably knew very well.

   "Tell you what, how about we play one more game, if you win, I'll give
you my clothes, if you lose, you do a forfeit and get dressed, either way,
it's over quickly." So it seemed that whatever entity was controlling the
curse decided that it would escalate the situation, I knew that my chances
of winning this last bet was nearly nothing, so it was silly of me to take
it, but I didn't think too much of it, my brain was focused on on both the
escape and thee joy of this tantalizing situation, and my body even reacted
strongly to the idea of even further humiliation, so I was not in the best
mindset to suss this out.

   I agreed, and Gary announced the extra round to everyone, I would play
one more round with Gary, and as he went first, he pulled a 3 of diamonds,
it was such a low number, almost the lowest in fact, to anyone else this
might seem like a sure win, but for me, it only projected one simple fact:

   The curse was being a dick about the situation, the reality was being
rubbed in my face for even tempting fate, it was retaliating.

   I revealed my card, it was a 2 of clubs.

   It seems the curse wanted me thoroughly humiliated, it wasn't enough for
me to lose, I had to lose in the most unquestionable way possible, and I
hadn't even done my forfeit yet, that came immediately after as Gary took
my hand and led me to the couch, he spread my legs open as we sat down and
began playing with my body, softly caressing my breasts and teasing my
pussy, I was moaning in response to his expert hands, paying no heed to the
partygoers watching us, but that didn't last long.

   I was surprised when he pulled his hands away and informed me that my
forfeit was to cum for everyone, my humiliation was complete as I took
over, and unlike Gary's tender touches, I was far more vulgar, I mauled at
my breasts and pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy as my coworkers and
friends watched on and captured this shame on video, I knew that by next
week everyone in my office would have seen me naked, groped, molested and
finally bringing myself to orgasm.

   That last thought pushed me over the edge as I creamed the couch beneath
me, juices squirting out abundantly.

   "Well done sweetie, I knew you'd put on a great show, you were such a
good sport about this." Gary encouraged me as he began playing with my
breasts, tweaking my nipples just hard enough to make me wince in surprise
more than pain, I managed to inadvertently orchestrate my own stripping and
as a result was forced to put on one of the most embarrassing and
humiliating displays of my entire life.

   I was truly cursed, in the most literal sense of the word!

   Despite having orgasmed mere moments ago, that revelation sent me
reeling as I felt myself growing aroused yet again, it dawned on me that I
was going to be a target for such events for the foreseeable future, and
even worse (or better, depending on how you look at it), none of it would
backfire on me, I could find myself in as depraved a situation as possible
and wake up the next day like nothing ever happened!

   I didn't care that I was technically allowed to dress again, my hands
went back to work again of their own accord as I brought myself to another
orgasm.

   And that wasn't the end of the night, I was told I could get dressed
again, but I chose to extend my lewd and pleasurably naked stay, and
everyone, correctly guessing how much I was enjoying this, escalated my
humiliation as I found myself on the receiving end of many more orgasms
before the end of the night.

   I went to sleep that night thinking about the curse, and how far it
would go to try to humiliate me, that thought made me want to run another
orgasm out again.



   SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH.  03

   Sarah begins to understand how powerful the curse is.

   So after the last incident, I began to worry that this curse would do
more mental harm to me than social; not only would I be on edge in fear of
getting "ambushed" by the curse, I doubt it's healthy to be on the
receiving end of intense forced humiliation so frequently, even if I did
enjoy it and even if it was essentially consequence free, as such I began
to take note of the way it kept manifesting, and I may have pushed my luck
a little.

   First, the good news, the curse didn't seem to interfere with my normal
sex life, I could still have sex with Gary normally and even walk around my
apartment naked (my favorite method of excercising my exhibitionist
fantasies prior to the curse) without it turning into a parade of public
exposure.

   Another thing is that the curse didn't take every possible opportunity
to strike, there were many situations that I, personally, thought might
make for a spicy scenario, such as going to do the laundry and having to
wash the clothes I was wearing or something like that, I've read many
stories like that, but so far, all laundry days passed by rather mundanely.

   And as the previous point implied, this curse didn't stick to a
schedule, there was no specific day when the curse struck, nor does a
specific amount of time need to pass between incidents, I've had incidents
happening on back to back days, and other times they were weeks apart; I
believe the only day it has yet to strike for me is Sunday, though I doubt
it's skipping that day to go to church (stripped at church, another
scenario I've thought of when I broke this schedule down).

   And from there I could surmise that it didn't have anything to do with
my expectations or anticipations, I thought of the laundry idea early on,
but as the following story will show, the curse can begin acting even
before I think of an idea, causality is not a factor here.

   On many occasions, Gary would often invite me to go out drinking with
him, but I was always too busy or too tired to do so, I didn't really mind
him going, so I always sent him off to hang out with his guy friends.

   This time, I was feeling pretty energetic and in need of a change of
pace, so I took him up on his offer, the bar was fairly clean and well lit,
there seemed to be plenty of couples there as well as single people, but I
noticed a lot of people knew Gary there, I guess he was pretty popular.

   We hung out for a while, getting drinks and introducing myself to Gary's
friends; they were very welcoming, asking how a schlub like Gary could get
a knockout like me.  I was pretty flattered at the compliments, and I hit
it off with them.

   I noticed a pool table in the corner and asked if Gary wanted to play
with me, he declined, saying he's not that good at it.

   That's when I got a "brilliant" idea; the curse can make it so that I
get stripped, and essentially spike and set off scenarios I have set up,
but can I strip other people the way they did to me?

   Last time it was pretty definitive that the curse would bend the laws of
probability to get me naked, but that was a game of pure chance, If I go
around challenging people to strip games based on skill, would they end up
naked, and if so, would it also get swept under the rug the way my
incidents do?

   It didn't hurt that Gary had humiliated me time after time in front of
everyone I know, so this was my chance to get back at him where people are
familiar with him, there was a good chunk of women here as well, so I
figured I could even let them cop a few feels of his naked body and get a
couple of pictures of him naked, provided my experiment worked out, of
course.

   And so I was set, I began teasing Gary and calling him chicken, I could
tell Gary was getting irritated, so I pushed him further:

   "Okay, how about the loser gets on the pool table and strips naked in
front of everyone." Gary's friends were hollering and laughing, egging him
on and joking how he'd end up flopping in the breeze, and he tried to ask
me not to do this, but I was intent on playing my idea out.

   "Go for it Sarah, Gary can't sink a ball to save his life." one of
Gary's friends poked fun at him, and I could see him squirm.

   "Not enough?  How about the loser gives everyone here free access to
play with their body?" More cheers and whoops from Gary's friends, and I
think here Gary had enough, he accepted the wager and we began playing.

   I broke and sank one of the balls with my first shot, neither of us sunk
anything in the first few turns, but I could tell my shots came closer to
sinking the balls, I thought that meant that I could still do things like
this without the curse turning it into another incident, so I got even more
cocky and raised the stakes, I told Gary that not only will the loser strip
naked on the pool table, but they would also have to masturbate to orgasm
on it, at this point everyone in the bar, who were watching us play, gave a
loud cheer wondering how this would play out.

   As I was in the lead, I was completely unaware I had dug my own grave
here.

   Gary agreed and took his shot.  That shot was better than any shot
either of us made that day, finally sinking a ball of his own, he still
missed the next shot and let me take my turn, but I wasn't doing any better
than before, I'd instantly fail to sink a ball and and that continued for a
bit, and then Gary sunk another ball, I was beginning to get nervous, we
kept trading until finally during one of my turns, I flubbed my shot, the
cue ricocheted so badly it had slammed into the eight ball, and I watched
in what seemed like slow motion the eight ball roll and sink into one of
the meaning I had lost on the spot!

   I wasn't even sure if that was caused by the curse or if this was just
some freak accident, but that's beside the point, the point was that now, I
had to pay up and get on the pool table.

   And so I found myself standing on top of the pool table being stared at
by everyone, who were waiting for me to strip naked, first my t-shirt, I
was wearing a plain white bra underneath, Gary stretched out his hand,
basically telling me to hand it over, I did so and began unbuttoning my
jeans skirt, I cursed myself having neglected to at least wear matching
underwear, I was standing in front of a whole bar of cheering stranger in
my white bra and pink panties.

   The bar began a chant of "take it off!", egging me on to remove the rest
of my clothes, a shaky hand reached back to unclasp my bra as I considered
that the two other times the curse had struck, I didn't have to go through
such a thing; the first time I was basically dressed in nothing but a towel
that was whipped off my body in a flash, and at the party my clothes were
taken off for me by the other party-goers.

   Standing in front of everyone and "voluntarily" taking my clothes off
for them was certainly different, and it made me feel more helpless as the
humiliation was drawn out.

   My bra came off, my breasts bouncing into view as another wave of cheers
crashed over me, what's worse, my nipples hardened at the realization of
how many people were watching me.

   Then finally came my panties, wanting this new experience to be over
already, I took a deep breath and pushed them down in one hard push, they
obeyed and let gravity do its work, dropping immediately to the pool
table's surface.

   Through all this time Gary had been collecting my clothes from me, but I
saw he was actually just tossing them out to the crowd, I wondered how I
would get them back, wait, could I get them back?  Was that really an
option with the curse in the first place?

   My mind raced at the possibility as I stood there naked, forgetting that
I still needed to follow through on the rest of the wager, Gary cleared his
throat letting me know full well that there was still more to be paid.

   The bar's chant changed into one of "Cum!  Cum!  Cum!" And so I started
squeezing my boobs before I let a couple of fingers creep down to my pussy,
I was so embarrassed and humiliated at my own hubris that led me to this
point, it didn't take a that much of me pumping my fingers in and out of my
pussy in front of everyone before I found myself moaning.

   I could hear the bar's crowd cheering and laughing as I approached
climax, my fingers making lewd noises as they churned inside my soaking wet
pussy, and before I knew it, I found myself experiencing a standing orgasm,
cumming for everyone's viewing pleasure, my juices squirting out as I stood
there on top of the pool table, struggling to keep my knees from buckling
as strength dissipated from my hips.

   Next, I had to go around the bar and let everyone play with my body,
being passed around as my boobs were fondled and my butt spanked and
squeezed, and was even made to bend over so that everyone could get better
access to my rear to facilitate the spanking.

   Of course, Gary didn't neglect to record this entire humiliating
episode, he had taken several photos and videos of me stripping, squirting,
and presenting my body to everyone, and I had noticed many of the bar's
patrons were doing the same.

   At the end of the night, the bartender told us to pose for a few group
shots on account of the occasion, I was front and center of this picture,
sitting on a bar table with my legs spread open and masturbating once more,
he took several of me before, during and after orgasm, Gary told me that
those pictures were hanging on the wall to this day.

   Everyone had, in the meanwhile, hidden my clothes and decided that I
should go home naked, just as I had anticipated, and since we came over in
a cab, we had no other way to get home, the driver was surprised at first,
but when he tried asking why I was naked, Gary produced my panties and
stuffed them into my mouth to prevent me from answering, he then told the
cabbie that I lost a bet and had to stay naked, and that I shouldn't worry
since I was quite enjoying myself, I nodded in dreamy, defeated agreement.

   That wasn't the end of it, since I had to sit in the back seat with
Gary, he took full advantage of my nudity and silence to grope me and
finger me to yet another orgasm as we made our way back to our apartment,
the driver was so fixated on the show I was providing it was a miracle we
didn't get into an accident, it was also good that he didn't get upset at
the puddle of cum I left on his backseat, so much so that he let us go
without paying!

   When we finally made it to the building, I barely took a few steps into
the apartment before I had to take a seat and masturbate on our couch, with
my panties still inside my mouth; I was just that horny despite cumming so
many times already.

   As always, neither Gary nor any of his friends made a big deal out of my
attempt at stripping him nor the way it backfired on me, but due to the way
it played out, I still wasn't sure if this was a case of the curse striking
or a simple gaff on my part.

   As such, as I was sitting there fingering myself to yet another orgasm
for the night, Gary at my side playing with my breasts, I wondered if I
needed to try and strip Gary yet again, see if that clears things up.

   I certainly wasn't doing it to provoke the curse into humiliating me
more, though for some reason that thought made me cum on the spot.



   SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH.  04

   Sarah goes shopping for clothes, with mixed results.

   The dam had finally broken, the curse escalated its behavior and I
didn't really know what to do about it.

   From this point on, my life began taking an almost surreal bent, and
yes,I mean more than it had previously.

   Thankfully, there seemed to be minimal consequences from my humiliation
at the party and the one at the bar, but that didn't mean things didn't
escalate.

   As before, there was this relative stealthy nature to the curse; even if
I were to be stripped naked and debased in public, people seemed to just
"forget" about it, and I use the word lightly because it seemed people were
aware of these incidents, they just shrugged them off.

   However, from this point on things changed slightly, people would still
recognize that I was the girl at the center of all these incidents, but
instead of simply ignoring them and disregarding them, people seemed to
take that as an invitation to enact whatever scenario would get me
"tricked" into stripping.

   Once more, I chose these words not in a literal sense, these pranks and
tricks people were pulling on me were nothing more than flimsy excuses
intended to justify stripping me in public.

   take for instance that time that Gary and I were heading to the mall,
the month was coming to an end and I wanted to go shopping now that my
paycheck had arrived.

   We got to a mall that had alot of great shops, and we started to browse
for fun and cute things.

   Gary didn't really mind going shopping with me since he enjoyed having
input on the clothes I wore, it was up to me to decide in the end, but I
enjoyed giving him the illusion of choice just as much as he enjoyed having
it.

   At one shop, I found a couple of nice pieces to wear, and wanted to try
them out, I got in the changing booth and started trying out clothes.

   I heard Gary tell me he'd be going to the bathroom and that he'd be
right back, I called back in acknowledgment, too engrossed in what I was
doing to notice that my clothes that I came with, were gone from the booth.

   Not only that, even my purse was stolen!  I was left with nothing but my
underwear and the clothes I brought in to try out, I didn't know what to do
so I put on a dress I had brought in with me and headed out to the cashier.

   I explained my dilemma to the cashier, and asked if she could help me
out by giving me some clothes, they were okay with it, but I should have
known not to get my hopes up, because she next asked me to pay for it:

   "Er, I...  I don't have any money..." I stammered, knowing where this
would lead me yet again.

   "Well, I'm sorry then, I'll have to take the clothes back." the cashier
sighed, putting her hand out.

   "Can I at least go back to the changing room?" I pleaded, falsely
looking to preserve any amount of modesty, in reality I was more than
willing to strip, but I wanted to put on a show of resistance just in case.

   "Why?  You're going to walk out of here looking the same." the cashier
shook her head and eyed me suspiciously, it seemed that I made her distrust
me, and so I, defeated, began to take the dress off in the middle of the
store, where everyone could see me.

   It would probably be a good time to mention that, as a surprise for Gary
at the end of the day, I had worn a special set of lingerie, so here I was
in public showing off the lingerie I intended for my boyfriend's eyes only.

   Naturally, people were staring and laughing at my embarrassment, I ran
out of the store looking for Gary, only to run into him right outside the
store, he laughed as he saw my appearance and wasted no time squeezing my
butt.

   He suggested we go to the security booth and look for my things there,
all while toying with my body, he wouldn't let me rush or cover up until we
got there, meaning I was seen by who knows how many people getting groped
by Gary, they didn't do or say anything (beyond the occasional laugh or
whisper), but that didn't make it any less embarrassing.

   The security guard was amused, but didn't give us any trouble, when we
searched the lost and found, we found my purse, money intact and
everything, which was both comforting and strange, not my dress though,
because I guess the curse didn't want me dressed yet.

   The guard made sure to warn me about running around in such an indecent
state, and that he might detain me if I don't fix it, but the way he said
almost made it sound like a lewd joke as opposed to a serious threat,
either way we decided to go back up to the mall to buy some clothes.

   We went back up to the mall and once again I had to endure the laughs
and stares of everyone as we looked for the same store as before to get me
something to wear.

   Once inside, I grabbed anything that I could get my hands on from before
and immediately bought it, and as soon as the cashier rang my purchase up I
rushed to the changing booth, as I took a deep breath of relief, Gary
walked in on me.

   In my shock, I was taken by surprise when he began kissing me deeply,
telling me how sexy I looked in the lingerie, I was melting in his arms as
he began to undress me, and I was naked and making out with him before I
knew it.

   Gary snapped me out of my rapture as he stepped away, leaving me a
little horny.

   "I'll leave you to pick out something to wear and we'll pick this up
later." He said,but just as he was stepping out, I noticed that my purse,
the clothes I bought AND my underwear were now missing.

   I stopped Gary from leaving and told him about my missing items, he
peaked out and told me there was nothing outside, I did note that Gary
didn't have my things, so it couldn't have been him, I was wondering if
someone recognized me and was playing a prank on me, but I hadn't seen
anyone familiar.

   Once again I had to step out to the cashier with Gary, this time I was
completely naked!

   We tried to tell the cashier, this time it was a different lady from the
one before, about the situation, but just like the other one she was
unsympathetic to what had happened, she rolled her eyes and told us that
she was informed about someone trying to scam them out of clothes by
pretending to have things stolen from them.

   "I wasn't pretending!  I really did get things stolen from me!" I
protested, feeling frustrated about the mistrust.

   "Twice?  Besides, you said earlier you had your purse stolen, but I saw
you walk in with it, I bet you have it stashed here somewhere!" the cashier
retorted angrily, and I was at the verge of tears.

   "Come on lady, we don't care what it is, just give her something to
wear, I'll pay for it." Gary tried pleading with the cashier, but I knew he
hadn't gotten paid yet this month, so I doubted he had much on him.  The
irritated cashier sighed as she looked at me, I guess she was starting to
feel guilty watching me stand here naked and about to have a breakdown in
the middle of the store, that or she wanted to avoid making a scene.

   "Fine, you can have some of our off-season stock, but you have to put it
on right here in front of me and leave immediately." the cashier left for a
bit, and came back with what I can only describe as one of the skimpiest
micro bikinis I have ever seen, the top was barely two pieces of cloth sown
to a few strings that were tied together, the bottom was even less.

   And so I got dressed as hastily as possible before getting escorted out
of the store again, only difference was that I was nearly naked this time
around.

   It was only when we were outside that I noticed, on top of the bikini
being so tiny, it was so thin it was practically see through, the top would
constantly shift off my nipples, and everyone in the mall might as well
have seen me naked, and I wish that was the end of it

   As we were walking through the mall amidst the leers and laughs, hoping
to get out of there and cut my losses after this humiliating ordeal, I felt
a tug against my flimsy bottoms, and was surprised to see a girl running
away with it in hand.

   I looked down at my now bare hips and crotch, still shocked, then looked
back up to see Gary running after the thief, and within a few seconds,
someone took my arms behind my back and tied them together, I looked down
to see myself completely naked, my top gone as well.

   I felt blood rush to my ears, people around me chattering busily as they
watched on without anyone offering to help, and at the same time I felt my
nipples were aching painfully, some juices began trickling down my legs,
somehow, in this situation.  I found myself instantly horny.

   "I knew it was 'streaker Sarah' the moment you walked in!" I recognized
the voice, it was the first cashier who forced me to strip, I felt her
hands pinch one of my nipples and let out a moan against my will "I told my
friend that we could play a little prank on you."

   I turned my head back only to see the second cashier in front of me, she
stuffed something in my mouth, it was my stolen bottoms!

   The two girls began playing with my body, squeezing my breasts, twisting
my nipples and fingering my pussy, I had been stripped so easily by two
strangers and was now being paraded in front of a crowded mall, nobody
bothered to help me, in fact, many people took out their phones and began
recording, I was already a named celebrity and this was business as usual
to everyone in town.

   The thought of anyone being able to strip me without suffering
consequences essentially flipped a switch in my brain, and I came on the
spot, orgasming for the cheering crowd as my juices squirted out as I stood
there in the middle of the mall.

   I wasn't allowed to rest as the girls smacked my ass and pushed me into
the crowd, hands began crawling all over my body, my breasts continued to
be groped, my nipples pinched and flicked, my ass spanked and squeezed and
my pussy fingered even more.

   Just as I was about to have a second orgasm, Gary returns after his
futile chase, only to see me in my humiliating state, he laughs and jokes
about how he can't leave me alone.

   However, instead of helping me, Gary took out his cell phone, told me to
say cheese and hit record just as I had my second (but not last) orgasm of
the day.

   I was then paraded around the mall as the two girls proceeded to invite
every other mall goer to molest and play with my body like I was public
property, I wondered if the security guard from earlier would swoop in and
put me out of my "misery", only to notice him in the crowd as he
approached...  and began squeezing my breasts.

   My humiliation was complete, I had no escape, I was now the town
exhibitionist, my boyfriend was content taking pictures of me as I had yet
another orgasm in public.

   I have to say, I didn't mind that much either.

   Gary finally took me home after the ladies gave him my clothes and purse
back, not to me though, I had to walk back to the car naked as everyone
watched me stumble back.

   We reached the apartment building, and Gary told me that if I get
stripped without him around not to feel too guilty about what I'm made to
do, as long as I was safe.

   I didn't know how to feel about that, it was nice knowing he cared about
my well being, but I just had to roll my eyes when he told me to try my
best to get him a video of whatever happens.

   That said, I did feel a little tingle thinking about what would happen
to me.