Joemdpusholdman5

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Current revision as of 04:31, 25 September 2015

With all your might, you push against the old man's chest. It was not necessarily the strongest you've been, but it seemed to do fine enough - at first. His arms flail out. The hand on the pants rips them from your grasp, and his other hand tears at your top. You feel the shredded leggings pull away from your chest, the ties coming loose, and in that instant, you cover your breasts with your arms. You only are carrying the suspenders, and you back away a step, gasping, your chest pressed a bit flat in your surprise, the only thing you actually wearing a pair of small panties.

Wes slugs the old man at that point, then slams the door. The old man is hear getting up, and he says without looking back, "We gotta go! Get to the next room! This guy is insane!"

Knowing he is right, you run to the next door and enter a hallway. You pause at this moment, feeling your chest bounce under your arms, the cold metal of the suspenders against your skin. With a couple clips, you put the suspenders on your panties, and then the back end also attached. You look down at yourself, seeing the panties were now higher, and a little smaller in their upward stretch of supporting the suspenders. They sit above your hips now, but the tradeoff is that they ride into your crotch a little, and you try and smooth out the cameltoe view. You feel your cheeks more visible in the back. It is not quite a thong, but it is more than you want to show. Up top, the sides of your breasts are still visible, but at least your nipples are covered. The suspenders are about three inches wide, and press your chest down slightly. You think of making them looser for your panties sake, but that would let your chest move around freely. At least this way you can not be quite as wary of your nipples slipping out left or right. Still, though, your top is incredibly revealed, and more than that, the entire side and center of each breast on display.

Wes comes behind you with a soft warning, "It's me." He looks to you as you turn, and his eyes clearly move down the sight of your chest, then down to your crotch. You press your arms together to cover your cameltoe with a frown. "Sorry!" He says, then looks away. "The guy gave up on that door when I held it a bit. I think he has that sword again. I heard him stomp off another way. There probably is more ways to get to this hall. We should keep going."

You feel he is likely right. You see him covering his own crotch, as he looks away. You move behind him. "Alright." And you think. After using your spray to graffiti an old man, there is no point in continuing to try and tag. Still, though, the man has a sword. You take Wes' hand and hand him your knife. You have your pepperspray, and that is about it. You could look for another weapon for when the man would appear again, or you could just try and find a window to escape immediately.