She's Tricked!

"Why not. What happens if I give up?" Tiffany said, shrugging her shoulders. The blonde woman laughed loudly, before procuring a pair of scissors from her pocket. "Not to worry! We have prepared for every occasion! In case you give up or find yourself unable to get free, I promise these scissors can safely cut through the trap. Are you sure you would like to do this?" The blonde questioned. Tiffany smiled, before responding confidently with a "Let's do this!"

"Alright! I love enthusiasm! Before you put it on, you may want to rinse your hands with some water. Don't want you blaming it on your hands being sticky or anything." The woman suggested, extending a bottled water in Tiffany's direction. Tiffany followed her instructions, liberally applying water to her hands, and specifically her fingers. Once she had finished, she extended her hands towards the woman. "Alright. I'm ready."

"Oh, I need you to turn around. Part of the deal, is hands behind your back. Some of our stronger men could quite literally tear the trap in half. The range of motion limits your ability to get a good pull going." The woman said. Tiffany rolled her eyes, before turning around, and placing her hands behind her back. She felt the woman maneuvering her hands, and a short moment later her fingers were firmly locked in place. The blonde maneuvered back to the front.

"Ok. Get ready..." The woman began, as Tiffany prepared herself. She was not a novice with finger traps. Tiffany knew one had to push in, to open up the openings and free the hands. "Go!"

With that, Tiffany promptly pushed her fingers together, and tried to slowly make the trap come off. To her surprise, she found the trap very firmly tightened around her fingers, with no movement of her own affecting its movement. "What the..." Tiffany said aloud. The blonde rebrandished the scissors again, and leaned in close to Tiffany's ear, whispering something.

"Good luck." The blonde whispered deviously. Before she could react, Tiffany felt four hands grab her on the shoulders, holding her in place.

"Now! As the next part of our act, I would like to ask for some eyes. An audience. We're putting on a hilarious show over here, so gather up!" The woman declared. What had originally been a crowd of ten had now grown to a crowd of somewhere between twenty and thirty, and steadily going up. Then, Tiffany suddenly got a bad feeling. It had been a fun game on the beach before, but now her gut instincts told her something very humiliating was about to happen. As if on cue, the blonde positioned the scissors at the start of her strapless one-piece, along her side. She then, with frightening speed and precision, cut the scissors down her suit, exposing more and more skin as they ran down. With the tightness of the upper half of the suit gone, it began to droop, slowly unveiling her bare breasts before the crowd.

"Wait! Stop! Please! I'm not wearing anything under this!" Tiffany warned, much to the bewilderment of the crowd. A few people began to laugh, causing Tiffany to blush.

"You aren't wearing anything? Why don't we see for ourselves?" The woman said with an grin that made Tiffany's stomach form a knot.

As quickly as her exposure began, it worsened rapidly. The blonde slid the scissors all the way down to her waist, cutting through the last thread of her shorts in record time. The only thing standing between Tiffany and complete nudity, was the last strap that ran between her ass cheeks and back around to cover her pussy. Just as she was about to plead to stop again, the woman promptly cut the last strap, and pulled both her shorts and swimsuit away from her body. She promptly seized the hat atop her head and her sunglasses, leaving Tiffany clad in just her sandals in front of an amused forty person crowd.

Then, as suddenly as she was stripped, the culprits unhandled her, and took off.