In short order Poppy was led orgasmic and exhausted through a warren of narrow alleyways to her new home. The dingy courtyard she arrived in was possessed of a morose hustle and bustle. Most of the residents lolled around smoking. Most were low skilled workers only a step away from destitution. A handful of Arab men gazed dead eyed and disinterested at the spectacle of Poppy and Karolin in the filthy centre of the courtyard. The only real activity amongst the assembled residents came from a pair of miserable looking middle-aged women. One hung laundry and muttered curses at the lewd intrusion, while the other sat pealing vegetables with a leering grin on her face.
Poppy gazed around in astonishment. On the one hand she was aghast that such a third world hovel existed in the heart of a modern city, but at the same time the courtyard resembled exactly the sort of cliched environs that she'd always imagined the uneducated immigrant workforce to reside in. The circle of buildings stretched five storeys high, admitting little in the way of sunlight. Embedded in the black brick walls were a number of open narrow doorways that led to shadowy interiors. The doors and windows exuded darkness. The tunnel-like alley through which the pair had arrived offered the only entrance and exit.
Poppy felt her pussy twitch mutinously as the gaggle of locals took in her stripped down form. The witchery cast by Karolin continued to render every demeaning incident paradoxically pleasurable. Her bouncing raven locks had well and truly lost their bounce. Sweat drenched her lank mane framed a red perspiration dappled face deprived of the smeared away cosmetics that had previously provided an aesthetic barrier between her and the world. Each large white titty hung engorged over the peeled down black sports bra and sat atop her sizeable bare belly. Even the notion of Poppy's fat rolls being on show to the world was enough to make her feel light-headed, but with every pang of humiliation came a shock of pleasure from her loins. Loins that oozed hot within the grey/red polka dot grannie panties that had been wedged deep into her butt. Karolin's decision to transform the sensible underwear into a de facto thong meant that the sopping wet cotton had been pretty much swallowed by the accumulation of her belly, fanny and thigh fat. And of course her big wedgied butt cheeks were entirely on show to all. How she longed to dig out the cotton and return the panties to their previously sensible cut. Thunderous thighs led to chunky cherubic lower legs outfitted in her dreaded neon green nylon knee highs.
"Time to strip Miss Piggy. We really need to get started on your Shine Slut make-over." Karolin gleefully announced and like an automaton Poppy did as she was told. Pleasure laced dread may have characterised her expression, but the newly crowned Shine Slut found herself powerless to resist the demand. The hex continued to deprive her of even the small amount of will power needed to utter a plea or a cry.
The spectacle of the fat young woman fighting her way out of the sports bra, inching down her panties and peeling off her silly socks may have induced a guffaw or two from the assembled spectators, but most watched in passive boredom. A little landing strip of curly dark brown hair was just about visible between her big bare thighs. Last of all she took off the loose necktie and cast away the last remnant of her executive authority.
"Look who has an expensive little toe ring!" Karolin teased and pointed at the silver ring embedded with onyx that clung to Poppy's very white left second toe. The black stone perfectly matched the colour of her pedicured and painted toenails. Poppy instinctively clenched her little piggys at the prospect of losing yet another one of her assets.
"You know what? I'm going to be kind and let you keep it. It will serve as a reminder of everything you've lost. And if things get really tough you can pawn it for a few buckets of fried chicken."
Being a principled vegan Poppy inwardly baulked at the notion of being forced to eat meat. Never gonna happen! She longed to defiantly roar.
Karolin then retrieved a dusty wooden chair from a corner of the courtyard and gestured for Poppy to sit. The stripped down chubster sheepishly did as she was bid.
"I just need to pop out and get a few things to pull together your new look. Sit tight Miss Piggy."
The liberated former Shine Slut then picked up Poppy's sweat sodden attire, along with her handbag and waltzed into the alley through which the pair had entered. This left Poppy to sit before the locals like some grotesque parody of a life model. Only a tackily expensive toe ring remained to protect her modesty...
For a brief moment Poppy allowed herself to speculate that the ordeal could finally be over. Perhaps Karolin had taught her a lesson and departed with everything she owned? Game over. Could that be her rival's idea of revenge for seeking to shame her at the shine stand? It was certainly a notion that the bare ass executive could live with. Being humiliatingly paraded around a strange neighbourhood and left without a stitch may have been a mortifying experience, but the police could be called and the ordeal would end. Within the hour she could be returned to her upmarket apartment in a much more upscale section of the city, where she would then do her best to forget the demeaning day. She wouldn't even press charges against the skanky blonde if it meant that the episode could be hushed up. But in the back of her mind Poppy knew that too much scarily unexplainable shit had happened for the whole thing to end with Poppy running home red faced.
For a start, Karolin's improbable tenure as a 'Shine Slut' in the Arab Quarter was just mind-boggling. That such a practice occurred in a traditionally conservative Arab neighbourhood was especially incredible. Then there was the manner in which her old rival had essentially bewitched her out of her clothes, while taking her to orgasmic heights rarely reached with her male lovers. Controlled her mind...and pussy, and then paraded her like an over-heated (and oversexed...) zombie around the streets and into a courtyard to prepare the portly executive to be the next Shine Slut. The whole thing was like some insane nightmare! And the cherry on the cake was the fact that even though Karolin was nowhere in sight Poppy was still powerless to get up and run naked from the dingy courtyard and all of those staring eyes.
All hope quickly diminished when Karolin finally returned with a black bin bag and a devious smirk on her face.
