"Ah!" said Damien, interrupting her with a raised finger. "I think this would be a lot more fun if you were completely naked. Strip, slut."

NoNoNoNoNoNoPleaseNo!!! she silently screamed inside her head as she began to take off her clothes, which made Damien unzip his pants and pull out his dick with a wicked grin on his face.

Ashley took off her shirt and dropped it to the floor, then reached around and unclasped her bra. As she dropped it as well, exposing her large tits to the world, Damien interrupted again. "I'm enjoying the tears and shame inside your head, but I'll enjoy them much more if everyone gets to share them. Let everyone hear how you feel about this, slut. Speak nothing but the truth."

Immediately, her breasts started bouncing from her sobs, and tears ran down her face as she stripped off her pants. "Oh my god," she said, "everyone can see me! He's making me strip naked like some kind of whore! They're all looking at me."

A few seconds later, she stood on the bar, completely nude.