"Fuck you!" Erin shouted defiantly.
"That could be arranged," leered the Joker. He patted Little Myself on the head, who then moved behind her, out of view. The Joker started laughing then, a high-pitched laugh that made Erin wince.
"Ohmigod what are you doing!?" she shouted again, this time in alarm. She felt Little Myself start cutting her jeans open, running his knife along the right leg, from hem to waist, careful not to cut her. "No, stop it!" She felt a chill on her bare skin as he continued to cut. Her jeans were so tight that her firm legs and ass practically popped out. She tried to buck Little Myself off, but he hung on, straddling her shapely backside as he cut off her t-shirt.
He gave her ass a little slap as he got off, leaving her in her frilly pink bra and panties.
She was both furious and mortified. She kept struggling against her bonds, which only excited her captors more. Erin tried to calm herself down and remembered that her underwear was actually a force field generator. "Shield on," she muttered under her breath to turn the system on. |