Stripped by a mugger ( from the Web)
Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 1:16 pm
Stripped by a mugger
I had recently left school after just turning sixteen and completing my exams. I had decided not to do A-levels as I was desperate to earn an income and become independent.
I had applied for the position of a Training Officers assistant at a large company that manufactured electrical components. The company was based in central London and I had been invited to an interview at their central office in Bayswater Road.
On the morning of the interview I made sure that I looked impeccable, I had spent an eternity getting ready. I had decided to wear my grey Blair trouser suit with a white shirt and my new black leather Mirage boots that had a subtle 1 inch heel – I was never one for high heels.
The interview was at 9:00am and I left over an hour early to ensure that I would make it on time. I had been sent a small map with directions how to get there but in my morning haste, I had left home without them.
I caught the train to Victoria and jumped on the tube to High-street Kensington, there were problems on the underground service and the High-street Kensington station was the closest that I could get to Bayswater road.
As I left the station, I asked the nearest person directions to EM Electrics at Bayswater road. The nearest person happened to be a woman around the age of 35, a large powerful looking woman who was trying to sell Heather to tourists.
“EM Electrics…yeh, I know that place” she said.
“Can you point me in the general direction” I asked.
“Errr, it’s hard to explain” she replied.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll take you there” she suggested.
“Follow me” she said as she marched off across Hyde Park.
She said nothing as I followed her across the park to the other side.
“It’s this way” she said as she set off down a secluded alley.
I followed her, desperately trying to keep up. She suddenly looked over her shoulder and said “come on, keep up, not far now” she then looked down at my feet and said “nice shoes, expensive eh?”.
This question made me feel very uncomfortable so I chose to ignore it.
We exited the alley onto some extremely run down looking street
“Where are we going?” I asked
“This way” she said, as she turned down another side alley
She then stopped at a doorway of a derelict building and said “in here”
“What’s in there?” I asked
“It’s this way” she responded
“That’s a derelict building” I said
She suddenly pulled a blade from her back pocket and said “in here *****…move”
I now knew that I was in big trouble and I stepped inside the building.
“That way” she said as she pointed down the corridor.
I now walked ahead of her, waiting for her next command.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.
“Next room on the left” she said
I stepped into the large room with no other exits or windows, only a skylight above.
The woman followed me into the room and pushed me further inside, she then slammed the door behind her and said “STRIP!!!”
“Excuse me” I replied in confusion
“You heard me, take ya clothes off” she ordered.
“My clothes” I repeated, still confused as to what was happening.
“… get undressed…take em all off” she barked.
“I’ve got money” I said as I pulled my purse out of my pocket “…here” I said as I handed her my purse, hoping that she’d take it and go.
She opened my purse and counted the money inside before pocketing it, “It’s up to you, you can get undressed or I can undress you” she said.
Resigned to losing my clothes and in a totally dazed state I sat down on an old crate, I then lifted my right foot up on the crate. I pulled up the bottom of my trouser leg, revealing my right shin high boot in its entirety, I then slowly unzipped the boot, under the woman’s watchful eye. “That’s it…” she said “…get them boots off”.
Once unzipped, I grabbed the boot in both hands and tugged it off my foot, then placed it next to me on the crate. I then repeated my actions with my left boot and placed it next to the other one. I then stood up feeling the cold floor through my black stockings.
“Fetch me them boots” she ordered.
I picked up the boots and handed them to her.
She lifted them to her nose and smelt the leather before saying “mmmm expensive leather”. She then continued to closely inspect them, reading the label inside and saying “Mirage…they’ll fetch a fair price”. She then opened her bag and put them inside.
“Keep going…now the suit” she ordered
I pulled the suit jacket off my shoulders and worked it off my arms, handing it to her. I then slowly unbuttoned my shirt, partially revealing my white bra in the process. I then worked the shirt off, pulling it out from my trousers and handed it to her. My bra was the only item left on my upper body.
“And the trousers” she said
I slowly unbuckled my belt, unclasped and unzipped my trousers and let them drop to my ankles to reveal my white panties.
I then stepped out of my trousers, picked them up and handed them to her.
“Not quite finished yet girlie” she said
“Now turn around and face the wall” she ordered
I did as she said and stood facing the wall in nothing but my bra, panties and stockings.
I then felt her breath on me as she got closer and closer.
“Keep going… I said everything” she whispered in my ear.
“You want my underwear?” I quizzed
“I’m finally getting through” she replied
I slowly rolled each stocking down and took them off; dropping them to the ground.
“What pretty feet you have…now the bra” she said
I unclasped my bra and let it fall.
“And finally those little knickers” she ordered
“No please” I begged
“Knickers” she repeated
I slowly pulled the waistband down and let them fall to my ankles and then stepped out of them.
“Stripped at last” she said
“Now get on your knees”
The floor was cold against my bare flesh but I did as she said and got down on my knees.
As I knelt facing the wall, she grabbed my wrist and removed my watch. Then she pulled my bobble from my hair and my hair fell around my shoulders. She had now taken every item off of me.
“Count to fifty, then you can go” she said
I started counting and I heard the door close behind me. When I finally reached fifty, I stood up, turned around and saw that the woman had gone, taking all of my clothes with her (including my underwear). I was in a real fix, standing naked in an old derelict building, with no money, no clothes and no idea where I was.
I slowly opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. I cautiously made my way through the building desperate to find something to wear. I opened a door to another room and spotted an old cardboard box on the floor. It was the only thing that I could use to cover myself. I flattened the box and then put in over my head, pulling it down to cover my torso.
I now had to somehow get home. I made my way out onto the street and spotted a mechanics garage on the corner, I had no other option. I made my way over to the mechanics and called for assistance. An old man appeared from the back of the garage looking perplexed at my state.
“What’s happened here” he asked.
“A woman stole my clothes and I’m totally lost” I told him.
“Not again” he said “she’s making a habit out of stealing youngsters clothes and still the police can’t catch her” he informed me.
“You’d better come this way and call the police” he said as he pointed to his office.
I called the police and they collected me and returned me home. I returned back to school to complete my A-levels, I wasnТt ready to by independent.
I had recently left school after just turning sixteen and completing my exams. I had decided not to do A-levels as I was desperate to earn an income and become independent.
I had applied for the position of a Training Officers assistant at a large company that manufactured electrical components. The company was based in central London and I had been invited to an interview at their central office in Bayswater Road.
On the morning of the interview I made sure that I looked impeccable, I had spent an eternity getting ready. I had decided to wear my grey Blair trouser suit with a white shirt and my new black leather Mirage boots that had a subtle 1 inch heel – I was never one for high heels.
The interview was at 9:00am and I left over an hour early to ensure that I would make it on time. I had been sent a small map with directions how to get there but in my morning haste, I had left home without them.
I caught the train to Victoria and jumped on the tube to High-street Kensington, there were problems on the underground service and the High-street Kensington station was the closest that I could get to Bayswater road.
As I left the station, I asked the nearest person directions to EM Electrics at Bayswater road. The nearest person happened to be a woman around the age of 35, a large powerful looking woman who was trying to sell Heather to tourists.
“EM Electrics…yeh, I know that place” she said.
“Can you point me in the general direction” I asked.
“Errr, it’s hard to explain” she replied.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll take you there” she suggested.
“Follow me” she said as she marched off across Hyde Park.
She said nothing as I followed her across the park to the other side.
“It’s this way” she said as she set off down a secluded alley.
I followed her, desperately trying to keep up. She suddenly looked over her shoulder and said “come on, keep up, not far now” she then looked down at my feet and said “nice shoes, expensive eh?”.
This question made me feel very uncomfortable so I chose to ignore it.
We exited the alley onto some extremely run down looking street
“Where are we going?” I asked
“This way” she said, as she turned down another side alley
She then stopped at a doorway of a derelict building and said “in here”
“What’s in there?” I asked
“It’s this way” she responded
“That’s a derelict building” I said
She suddenly pulled a blade from her back pocket and said “in here *****…move”
I now knew that I was in big trouble and I stepped inside the building.
“That way” she said as she pointed down the corridor.
I now walked ahead of her, waiting for her next command.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.
“Next room on the left” she said
I stepped into the large room with no other exits or windows, only a skylight above.
The woman followed me into the room and pushed me further inside, she then slammed the door behind her and said “STRIP!!!”
“Excuse me” I replied in confusion
“You heard me, take ya clothes off” she ordered.
“My clothes” I repeated, still confused as to what was happening.
“… get undressed…take em all off” she barked.
“I’ve got money” I said as I pulled my purse out of my pocket “…here” I said as I handed her my purse, hoping that she’d take it and go.
She opened my purse and counted the money inside before pocketing it, “It’s up to you, you can get undressed or I can undress you” she said.
Resigned to losing my clothes and in a totally dazed state I sat down on an old crate, I then lifted my right foot up on the crate. I pulled up the bottom of my trouser leg, revealing my right shin high boot in its entirety, I then slowly unzipped the boot, under the woman’s watchful eye. “That’s it…” she said “…get them boots off”.
Once unzipped, I grabbed the boot in both hands and tugged it off my foot, then placed it next to me on the crate. I then repeated my actions with my left boot and placed it next to the other one. I then stood up feeling the cold floor through my black stockings.
“Fetch me them boots” she ordered.
I picked up the boots and handed them to her.
She lifted them to her nose and smelt the leather before saying “mmmm expensive leather”. She then continued to closely inspect them, reading the label inside and saying “Mirage…they’ll fetch a fair price”. She then opened her bag and put them inside.
“Keep going…now the suit” she ordered
I pulled the suit jacket off my shoulders and worked it off my arms, handing it to her. I then slowly unbuttoned my shirt, partially revealing my white bra in the process. I then worked the shirt off, pulling it out from my trousers and handed it to her. My bra was the only item left on my upper body.
“And the trousers” she said
I slowly unbuckled my belt, unclasped and unzipped my trousers and let them drop to my ankles to reveal my white panties.
I then stepped out of my trousers, picked them up and handed them to her.
“Not quite finished yet girlie” she said
“Now turn around and face the wall” she ordered
I did as she said and stood facing the wall in nothing but my bra, panties and stockings.
I then felt her breath on me as she got closer and closer.
“Keep going… I said everything” she whispered in my ear.
“You want my underwear?” I quizzed
“I’m finally getting through” she replied
I slowly rolled each stocking down and took them off; dropping them to the ground.
“What pretty feet you have…now the bra” she said
I unclasped my bra and let it fall.
“And finally those little knickers” she ordered
“No please” I begged
“Knickers” she repeated
I slowly pulled the waistband down and let them fall to my ankles and then stepped out of them.
“Stripped at last” she said
“Now get on your knees”
The floor was cold against my bare flesh but I did as she said and got down on my knees.
As I knelt facing the wall, she grabbed my wrist and removed my watch. Then she pulled my bobble from my hair and my hair fell around my shoulders. She had now taken every item off of me.
“Count to fifty, then you can go” she said
I started counting and I heard the door close behind me. When I finally reached fifty, I stood up, turned around and saw that the woman had gone, taking all of my clothes with her (including my underwear). I was in a real fix, standing naked in an old derelict building, with no money, no clothes and no idea where I was.
I slowly opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. I cautiously made my way through the building desperate to find something to wear. I opened a door to another room and spotted an old cardboard box on the floor. It was the only thing that I could use to cover myself. I flattened the box and then put in over my head, pulling it down to cover my torso.
I now had to somehow get home. I made my way out onto the street and spotted a mechanics garage on the corner, I had no other option. I made my way over to the mechanics and called for assistance. An old man appeared from the back of the garage looking perplexed at my state.
“What’s happened here” he asked.
“A woman stole my clothes and I’m totally lost” I told him.
“Not again” he said “she’s making a habit out of stealing youngsters clothes and still the police can’t catch her” he informed me.
“You’d better come this way and call the police” he said as he pointed to his office.
I called the police and they collected me and returned me home. I returned back to school to complete my A-levels, I wasnТt ready to by independent.