`` Hi boys, hope you 're having as very much fun as we are here ! '' Karen grinned into the tv camera. She was n't alone, and appeared to be the drab of all the appendage of Debbi 's hen party. The others were giggling and dancing around Karen and their cameraman. All eight gentlewoman were dressed as saucy schoolgirls.

Rob was very surprised to see his fiancee obviously intoxicated, dancing along with the others. He knew she was going to have a few drinks, with it being her hen weekend, but she did n't normally imbibe at all, and had promised to go easy. Although their actual marriage was still two weeks away.

The time was just after 1am in ostracism, and 2am in Amsterdam, where Debbi 's hen party had just returned from an even 's clubbing. Karenic 's video telephone call interrupted the video recording plot the stags were playing on their return from John 's local pub. John Lackland was Rob 's best man, and his girlfriend, Emily, was one of the girls dancing and waving into the camera too. He was the only one of the stags who knew about the telecasting phone call ; Karen had pre-arranged with him beforehand to install the telecasting conferencing software, with recording facility, onto his laptop, which was connected to his 52 '' TV ( St. John was a techie, like Rob ). `` You 'll want to immortalize the academic session with what I have planned ! '' was all the details John could get out of her.

Karen was a fille who Debbi had known since school day, and to say that she was disappointed at not being picked to be Debbi 's chief bridesmaid is an understatement. Instead, Debbi had chosen Kate ; a work colleague with whom she 'd became very close ( Kate workplace in the marketing department ). But Karen had pretty well taken over the planning of the hen weekend, right down to them all dressing as St Trinian 's schoolgirls. She also had plans to punish her old Quaker for overlooking her.

In keeping with the theme, all of the hens wore gymslips or sexy schoolgirl uniforms. Karenic 's kit was by far the most revealing, with a very short skirt and a blouse with several push button open. Debbi wore her shoulder length hair in two pigtails, but, being much more demure, her knee-length chick was fairly conservative in comparison. She also wore a sash which read `` fiancee ''.

Rob had wanted to keep his stag weekend a much more low-key affair ( boring Emily had argued ) ; just a few drinks in some local pub, then television games ( with beer and snacks ), around privy 's sign. Apart from John, Rob 's party comprised two university friends : Carl and James, his younger pal Lucas, and three work fellow worker : Stewart, Hassan, and Andy. At 38, Andy was the oldest of the men ; a salesman at the Sami party, he got on well with Rob, but had been involved in several heated work-related discussions with Debbi since she 'd started, but thought she was hot nonetheless. At 19, Hassan was the youngest. He did n't drink, so he was the simply one in either party who was completely sober. He was also providing a lift home for his oeuvre fellow, plus Lucas ; the others were crashing at John's.

Debbi ( 26 ) and Rob ( 28 ) had been dating for four long time, and worked at the same station ; in fact he 'd been implemental in getting her a job there. He 'd worked in IT musical accompaniment for a number of years, and she was an IT handler. She had under her five men ( including software developers Stewart and Hassan ), and two women ( Rachel and Eve, neither of whom had been invited on Debbi 's hen weekend of line ). She was a firm-but-fair kind of manager, she liked to think. Apart from Kate ( and Rob of course ), she did n't socialise with anyone from work. She had a reputation as a no-nonsense ballbuster among her male colleague, while at the same time being admired ( even ogled ) for her good face. The Lapplander good looks ( a trim 5'6 '' brunette with chirpy boobs, and a tight little ass ), was what made well-nigh of the cleaning lady she worked with jealous and threatened.

'' First, let me enter our cameraman, David, '' Karen continued, speaking directly into the television camera. The camera was actually Helen 's fluid telephone, being operated by a 30 year-old Frenchman called Saint David, whom she 'd conscripted as their cameraman from an adjoining dorm. Karen did n't want to use her own phone, because she wanted to contribution photos on the WhatsApp group entitled `` Hens+Stags '' she 'd created, that all members of both parties belonged to. Chat and photos had been exchanged all weekend, starting in the airport, but Karen aimed to spice the office up, at Debbi 's expense.

The stags watched as the camera operator turned the phone around and waved at them. He was using the front-facing tv camera, due to the use of the conference application. The scene was in landscape fashion, and filled the entire wide-screen TV. `` hullo ! '' Jacques Louis David smiled, before turning it back to nerve Karen, who proceeded to dedicate them a brief guided tour of their dorm. The hen had hired out an intact dorm room to themselves ( with four meaninglessness beds ).

'' Now Rob, '' Karenic spoke in a strict school schoolma'am voice directly into the camera. `` Have you had a stripteaser ? '''she asked, knowing the solution already.

'' Er, no, '' Rob replied.

'' JOHN ! I 'm surprised at you, '' she admonished. `` Debbi, have you take heed this ? Rob 's not had a stripper on his stag do ! '' Jacques Louis David panned the tv camera towards Debbi, who was sitting on the sharpness of one of the humiliated hokum with Kate, both giggling.

'' Well, good ! '' Debbi replied, slightly slurring her words. `` I 'm glad. ``

'' Why do n't you apply him a appearance right now, instead ? ``

'' Me ? '' Debbi giggled.

'' Help her up, girls, '' Karen commanded. Soon Debbi was on her feet, being supported on either side by Jenny and Helen of Troy, who were the only hens with whom Karen has shared her plans ; both thought it sounded like a blast ( maybe they would n't had they been sober ). Su-Lee, Emily, and Yvonne watched with amused sake close by.

'' Well go on then, '' Karenic ordered. `` Rob 's waiting for his striptease ! '' The early hens egged her on too.

'' okey, '' Debbi giggled, kicked off her shoes, and pulled her annulus up on her compensate leg, revealing her albumen hold-up stocking. She did n't give a thought to the former Male who were watching too ( including two of her subordinates, as well as Andy, whom she thought a creeping, and her future brother-in-law ).

As the early daughter hummed the obligatory stripper tune, she pushed the stocking all the way down, and pulled it off. She almost fell over while standing on one leg, and would have done if Jenny and Helen had n't been there to steady her.

Rob was surprise, as his Edward Young futurity married woman was normally very demure, and he 'd never seen her so uninhibited. The reason for this was because Karen had been spiking her and Kate 's drinks with vodka all evening.

'' fall back the sash too, '' Karen commanded. Debbi obeyed, tossing it over her shoulder.

Debbi then repeated the teasing with her odd stocking, but while twirling the garment in towards the television camera, William Le Baron Jenny and Helen each grabbed hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to let on a coup d'oeil of her lacy, whiteness brief drawers to the cinematographer ( and hence the stag too ). Debbi squealed and immediately pushed her chick back down to cover her modesty. The stags ( apart from Rob ) cheered their approval, and shouted for more.

'' That 's something to contract pause on later, '' John laughed.

'' What, you 're recording this ? '' Rob asked, shocked that this all appeared to be preplanned.

'' Of course ! '' his best man responded with a grin. Rob gulped, hoping that was the end of Debbi 's strip show, but knowing Karen, he suspected it wasn't.

'' You ca n't bug Rob like that, Debbi, '' Karen chided her. `` miss - avail her put on more of a display ! ``

The twain needed no more boost, and before Debbi knew what was happening, jenny had grabbed delay of her articulatio radiocarpea, while Helen began to expertly unbutton and unzip her wench. Dimly realising what they were doing, Debbi shrieked and tried to bring out free of Jenny 's grip. But within seconds her skirt was around her ankles. Debbi immediately crouched down and tried to pull up it back up, but Helen prevented this by standing on it, so instead, she tried to pull out down her blouse to treat her knee breeches ( which it barely did, and Debbi easily supplanted Karenic as the girl wearing the most telling rig ).

Karen took a snap of Debbi minus her skirt, and posted it to their WhatsApp group. Andy already had his phone at the ready, prepared for such a photo ; as soon as it appeared he downloaded it, lest the pilot was deleted. He 'd done the Lapp for respective child's play of the biddy ( including Debbi ) in their schoolgirl rig earlier in the evening, but this was by far the raging. At work, Andy had often tried to peer up the shortsighted skirts that Debbi sometimes wore, but this was better than any upskirt view - no chick !

'' block it ! They 'll all see ! '' Debbi scolded, gesturing towards the camera pointing at her. `` guy cable from body of work are there, '' she hoarsely whispered.

Rob 's friends were indeed admiring the view ; he could n't believe they 'd de-skirted his fiancee. Stewart and Hassan exchanged amused facial expression at their line of merchandise manager 's state of undress.

But despite Debbi 's plea, her escorts continued their rape on her modesty, both attempting to unbutton the movement of her white blouse. `` Nooo ! ! '' she screamed, while bending forwards. With her articulatio radiocarpea free again, she managed to ward off the initial attack, but her attacker instead grabbed the hem of her blouse and hauled it right up her back until it was inside-out, over her head, with her arms forced into the plunge billet. From within her invert blouse, Debbi realised her knickers were now on full show, but that thought quickly went out of her intellect when she felt someone fumbling with her bra clasp.

'' St. John the Apostle, I hope you 've got you eyes closed, '' Emily joked to her beau, as she put her nerve in straw man of the camera. `` And the rest of you - this is for Rob 's eye only ! ``

'' Oh sure, yes, we 're not glint, are we guy cable ? '' Saint John laughed back. Rob 's friends concurred, but were of trend relishing the panorama of a group of 'schoolgirls'stripping one of their own, and teased Rob remorselessly. He tried to continue in undecomposed humour, despite the jealousy he felt in the pit of his stomach.

Debbi 's 'striptease'had so far taken less than a instant, and Kate was still sitting on the tail bunkum bed, looking on with a miscellany of amusement and shock, dimmed by the declamatory amount of vodka she 'd drank. She stood up quickly, with the aim of assisting her skilful booster in preserving some lordliness, but no sooner had she regained her feet, she nearly fell over ; the way swam around her, and she knew she was going to throw up. She headed for the door, and the communal bathroom beyond, passing two men standing in the doorway ; attracted by the din, and enjoying the show.

From where he was standing in the heart of the room, David ( and therefore his audience ) had a side-on view of Debbi as she twisted and turned to thwart her friends'exertion to undress her, with her forefront hidden within her blouse, and both pieces of her matching lacy, white underwear revealed.

David panned the photographic camera towards the doorway, tracking Kate 's speedy difference, and captured the two Dutch people Male guests in their late teens, standing in the threshold. Each had their mobile phone at the set up. Rob realised that they must have a majuscule view of his fiancee 's knicker-clad rear.

The distich waved at the television camera, but immediately directed their phones towards Debbi as she emitted a queer cry. David swung the camera back towards her to that see the hens had pulled her knickers down at the back, to expose her intact bottom ! The stags drank in the side-on view of Debbi 's bare left buttock, but Rob knew that the two newbie were being treated to a full moon position of his fiancee, as was demonstrated by the ensuing wolf-whistles.

Karen stepped between Debbi and her new adorer to strike another WhatsApp snap. Andy again squirreled away the humiliating photo of his study workfellow as it arrived, for nearer examination ( and sharing with his sales event friends ) later - as it happened, he did n't involve to worry about the photos disappearing, as Karenic had no intention of deleting them. Lucas too had WhatsApp open up. `` Oh wow ! '' he uttered, and flashed his older brother the full-screen simulacrum of his Debbi 's bare backside. Although her entire ass crack was on display, Rob was relieved that as to the lowest degree her intimate parts were still covered. His ally jeered and slapped him on the back as Lucas flashed each of them the photo of his future sister-in-law 's exposed rear.

'' Come on now Karen, '' Rob pleaded, looking into the laptop 's camera. `` That 's enough now, you 've had your fun ! ``

'' Oh do n't be such a puritan Rob, '' Karen laughed.

Meanwhile, on the TV screen, his fiancee was loosely surrounded by her hens, who found her predicament uproarious, as they watched Debbi flounder around with her bare arse hanging out. Desperate to cover her modesty, she pulled her blouse off completely and tossed it to the level ( despite this leaving her in only her bra and knickers ), then pulled her underwear back up. Realising that her bra was loose, and about to flow off, she stood coyly holding it against herself with her leftover arm, while trying to befog the front line of her briefs with her right hand.

'' I ca n't think you just did that ! '' Debbi scolded her friends, trying to laugh off her exposure, but hugely embarrassed at her quandary. Presuming her ordeal was over, she tried to push between Jenny and Helen of Troy in lodge to grab a tack to use to cover herself, but the girls stood firm, with mischievous grinning on their faces.

What Karen said future made Debbi 's tum lurch : `` What do you reckon girlfriend, the full moon Monty ? ``

Everyone, including Debbi knew what that meant. She was a lot more sober by now. `` Do n't you fucking dare ! '' she ordered, but with petty judgment of conviction in her vocalization, and tried to attain a happy chance for the going - to where she had n't thought, perhaps the toilets. But the barely habilimented fiancee was easily overpowered.

Held firmly, Debbi was surrounded by the former hen ( minus Kate ), as well as four men eager to see more - the pair of men from the doorway had decided to ask a airless look, along with two middle-aged Pakistani men who had also been attracted by Debbi 's cries. The scene through the photographic camera as viewed by the stags on John the Evangelist 's TV was chaotic, and nobody could urinate out anything clearly. The cameraman was obviously keener to see Debbi himself than to furnish his audience with a stable view. She could, however, be heard squealing and pleading for them to stop.

The camera finally focused on Debbi 's white bra, lying discarded on the carpet. The video then panned to the hens, surrounding its owner. Karenic, Jenny, Helen, and Yvonne were on their genu, attacking their floored topless victim, while the others peered over their shoulders with amusement. The four men hovered around the outside of the horde of drunken, excited girls.

The hart were treated to a brief glance of Debbi 's breasts as she writhed on the carpeting, it looked like she was making no attempt to underwrite her tits because she was desperately holding onto her utmost point of clothing, which the other girls were trying to assuage her of.

'' Oh God, no, please stop ! '' Debbi cried shortly before enrapture squeals from the missy, and appreciative cheer from the four men, as Karen stood up and waved Debbi 's white knickers in the air like a trophy. Rob could only reckon the thought of Debbi that her male audience were enjoying at that moment. After a few more sec of incomprehensible video footage, the picture resumed as the crowd standing around Debbi backed off to expose her lying prostrate on the carpet, stark naked, trying to get across the arse crack using both manus, but leaving footling to the imagination.

Karen snapped a uncut WhatsApp photo while crouching near Debbi 's feet. Debbi made sure she kept her legs together, but some insinuate plication were still visible. She was utterly embarrassed, and just wanted the reason to open up and swallow her. Rob was mortified at Debbi 's mortifying quandary, but was completely powerless to help her. The other males around him were loving the strip show. Her work colleagues could n't believe that they 'd seen so much of the untried IT manager.

'' Just her pussycat for the broad set, eh boys ? '' Andy laughed, holding aloft his phone displaying Rob 's prone, nude girlfriend - much to the amusement ( and loud approval ) of the others. Rob shot him an wild look.

'' Look, this is n't rummy now ! ! '' Debbi spat. She craned her neck to front up at the horny faces of the men, and delighted faces of the womanhood, surrounding her. Each had their mobile sound trained on her. `` Please impart me something to overcompensate up with, '' she pleaded. Her mind flew to her work colleagues, who she knew were watching along with Rob - how would she ever look them in the look again ?

Karen, meanwhile, had rushed over to her own bunk to call for something from her backpack that she brought with her specially.

'' Now, it 's not rare for the hostler to be stripped raw and tied-up on his stag do, '' she announced on her return. `` Well, what with sexual equality and all that ... '' then she revealed what she was hiding behind her back.

The others looked confused at maiden, until they realised what it was. Gasps and snicker then ensued. Karenic has come prepared, and brought with her two pairs of leather cuff with velcro straps, attached with a chain about six inch long.

'' What is it ? '' Debbi asked nervously. `` What 's going on ? ``

'' Oh, just a little something I bought on the net, '' Karen grinned, dangling the handlock in strawman of the tv camera so the stags could see too. Debbi was still trying to work out what they were, and terrified at the mention of being tied-up. She was seriously considering getting up and making a flair for it in the nude, when Karen commanded : `` dame, let 's give Debbi something to wear. ``

jenny ass and Helen excitedly knelt either incline of Debbi again. Each grabbed a wrist, and wrenched her hired man away from their natural covering theatrical role, exposing her rear again. The men present murmured their approval, as did the stags watching in John 's home. Rob was beside himself, as his ally became reacquainted with his bride-to-be 's bare arse. He did n't know what Karenic had planned for her, but he knew it was n't just, especially as it involved handcuffs.

Karenic passed the manacle to the kneeling pair, who soon had one cuff securely to each of Debbi 's wrists.

'' Boys, '' Karenic addressed the men. `` Want to progress to yourselves utile ? I want to sequester the cuffs up there ... '' she pointed to the track in front of the nearest top bunk.

Debbi protested loudly, threatening the men not to tint her. Ignoring her, the two Dutchmen took over command of her coat of arms from jenny and Helen, but before they could get to lift her off the floor, the two eager Pakistani gentlemen grabbed hold of one of her shin bone each. She frantically kicked out at them, but they were too strong, and quickly lifted her feet up to waist height, at the like time pulling them wide apart, revealing her hairless vulva between her parted thighs.

Some of the early hen put their hands over their mouths in astonishment at the highly pornographic view of the bride-to-be. Debbi experienced shame and anger in equal measurement as she felt the men 's eyes ogling her sex. She tried with all her might to close down her wooden leg, but in vain.

Karen was delighted with Debbi 's photograph, and how well her plan had worked. However, she was n't done yet. She positioned herself between the two men and snapped a close-up picture of her champion 's inner thigh. Saint David also recorded the scene over her berm. spine in Coventry, the stags went violent at their for the first time sight of Rob 's bride-to-be 's genitals ; her vulva filled John 's entire screen as Jacques Louis David zoomed in between her peg. Her hindquarters jiggled as she fought against her captors.

Karen explained to the Pakistani gentleman's gentleman that Debbi 's legs did n't need to be lifted, and Rob watched in revulsion as the four men manhandled Debbi into position as Karen had directed. Although his sight was blocked by the men 's spinal column, he imagined their hands fondling her all over.

It was during this manhandling that Kate reappeared in the doorway, shocked at what she witnessed. `` What the fuck 's going on ? '' she yelled. `` What have you done to Debbi ? '' she gestured to her naked friend, who was in the summons of being secured to the top buncombe. She rushed over and tried to rescue Debbi from the clutches of the men.

'' Do you require to be next, Kate ? '' Karen warned. Helen flipped up her skirt at the back to reinforce the menace. Kate pushed it back down and abandoned her rescue attempt ; she 'd been no friction match for the men physically anyway, and really did n't want to be stripped herself.

Debbi 's branch were stretched above her head, and the Chain firmly looped around the metal bars on the front line of the near pep pill bunk. She screamed for avail at the top of her representative, so Karenic gagged her using a rolled-up pillow case. Finally secured to the hogwash, her captors stepped away and admired the helpless Pres Young cleaning woman. David recorded the visual modality too, and the stags were treated to a full-frontal nude view of Rob 's fiancee. Lewd comments flew about her hone tits and neatly trimmed kitty-cat ( completely hairless apart from a minuscule Triangulum of pubes just above her vaginal cleft ). They all had to line up their underclothes to accommodate their erecting, and Hassan almost came in his underclothing at the mass of his manager in all her glorification. Stewart had been reprimanded by Debbi for poor timekeeping just the former workweek, and was revelling in her humiliation.

The other hens ( apart from Kate, who refused to take percentage ) posed for exposure with their exhibited friend. Apart from the men demo, Debbi thought of all the guys Rob had with him on his snoop weekend who would have seen her au naturel : Lucas, Hassan, Stewart, worst of all Andy - she felt sickened. Indeed, the WhatsApp group was now filled with denotative photos of her. Andy was struggling to download each one to his phone as it arrived, so, after downloading a full-frontal one, decided to leave the others till later - he already had decent jack off textile to last a lifetime. He pondered which image to use as his phone 's wallpaper for his adjacent weekly night out with his manlike sales colleagues - probably the one of her fabrication on the level, face down, wooden leg spread. He was rock surd by this point.

The camera panned to the doorway, where the remaining hostel resident had congregated in the doorway to watch the appearance - men and cleaning lady of various old age and nationalities. Even what appeared to be the auberge janitor was with them ; an older valet de chambre wearing an overall and carrying a broom.

'' Come on in, '' Karen urged them all. `` juncture the political party ! ``

After panning back to the distraught Debbi, wide-eyed as the dorm filled with people, David turned the speech sound off and handed it back to Helen. The stags were disappointed at the loss of video feed and Rob was desperate to know what was happening to his fiancee. Calls to the biddy'Mobile sound went straight to voicemail. They were, however, updated with dozens of picture from a few of the hens ; a party of form did indeed appear to be going on in the Dutch capital dorm, with Debbi ( still cuffed and gagged ) at its centre - the room was heaving with onlookers.

The prison term in ostracism was 1.25 am when the photo posted on the WhatsApp chemical group turned darker, and only sent by Karen. One showed a man apparently giving Debbi 's breasts a close review. The future clarified what was happening - he was signing her left tit using a Sharpie pen ( as supplied by Karen ). Subsequent duck soup showed lots of former men ( including the old janitor ) and women signing various parts of her anatomy - the men generally favouring her breasts, bottom, and thighs. Soon Debbi was covered in signatures and doodle, although nobody had written above her neckline.

The piece of cake became progressively more pornographic ; one showed Debbi 's ramification being held luxate wide open as one of the male newcomer : a young, black man with short curly whisker, signed his autograph as close to her labia as he could. She was being held in place by several early men, and Karen 's photo clearly showed her clitoris nestling between her set forth lips. Another showed Debbi 's bare rear with the varsity letter W drawn on each buttock, with her impudence pulled apart to spell `` WoW '' ( with her anus as the O ).

Without a scrap of dignity left, Debbi could only gaze out helplessly at the melee around her. Tied and gagged, she was at the mercy of everyone. Although she 'd not ( yet ) been actually sexually assaulted, the men signing her eubstance had copped a feel in the summons. As far as she could tell, the early hen had been sidelined, with only Karen taking an active role in her continuing debasement. cover in Coventry, her distraught groom-to-be wondered how a good deal tenacious his future wife would remain on world presentation ...