Unwrapping

A sharp tug of her hair woke her from another dream of escape.

"Back again?" she sighed, "What? Are you building a nest?"

She looked back over her shoulder to see that the enormous bird had brought two smaller birds of the same species this time... its young?

"Get out of here!" She shouted, and the two younger birds scurried away in fear.

She yelped in pain a moment later when the mother bird yanked hard on a beak full of the girl's long hair.

"What was that for?" she cried.

The large bird responded only by tugging her hair firmly, holding the girl's head back.

"Fine!" she groaned, "I'm sorry I yelled at your stupid chicks. Look, could you leave me alone? I'm not really having a very good day, and you already stole my clothes."

The mother bird made a sort of cooing noise in its throat, the girl's hair still clutched firmly in its beak. The two younger birds gathered their courage and approached once again. The girl twisted her head to the side, losing sight of the smallest bird somewhere behind her. The larger of the two young approached cautiously on her left, watching her warily. It craned its long neck forward and gave her a tentative little peck in the ribs.

"Hey!" she cried out, but this time the younger bird only hopped away a few steps before creeping forward once more, seemingly aware of the helplessness of her position. She glared at the younger bird in frustration, trying for the hundredth time to slip free of her cuffs.

The mother bird gave her hair a warning tug.

"All right! Stop hurting me! I'll be nice," she said, lowering her head as best she could to show she meant the chicks no harm.

The older of the two chicks stretched out its beak and bit the strap of her bra, just below her shoulder. It tugged experimentally, and the bra strap snapped back into place with a stinging pop.

"Ow! You little bastard!" she yelped, then, as the mother bird yanked her hair again, "Sorry! Good bird!"

The younger bird tried again, getting her bra strap in its beak and pulling hard. The fabric strained, and she heard the sound of tearing elastic. She groaned, but kept still, letting the younger bird play tugofwar with her brassiere.

The bird thrashed his head from side to side, trying to tear the bra from her body, to no avail.

"Your mom's already lined your nest with the rest of my clothes!" She growled, "You want my bra too? Take it! This day couldn't get any worse!"

As if to prove her wrong, the youngest bird stepped in behind her and pecked sharply at the hem of her panties.

The girl screamed in alarm, sending a flock of nearby songbirds into flight.

The mother bird punished her with a savage peck to the back of her neck that left the girl dazed and bleeding.

"Dammit!" She whispered painfully, "When I get out of this, I'm going to roast you all over a slow fire and have you for supper!" She glared over her shoulder at the mother bird. "I think I'll fry the little one in batter and eat it first."

The mother bird gave a low, dangerous hiss and seized the girl's hair tightly once again.

The girl let out a slow breath and resigned herself to the humiliation. She relaxed her shoulders and spread her legs, making no further resistance. "Just take it all," she sighed, "The boots too, if you want them... I hope you choke on 'em."

She gritted her teeth as the youngest bird slid its beak along the crease between her right buttock and the back of her leg. The sharp point of the beak slipped beneath her panties and jabbed into the soft furry mound cradled within. The girl bit her lip and groaned, her body shaking as the little bird twisted the point of its beak around, nipping one of the delicate pink petals of her womanhood. Then, it managed to catch hold of the thin satin panty and stretched it away, letting the breeze in to cool the girl's bruised pride. She gasped in relief until the bird tugged harder, sinking a wicked wedgie in between the folds of flesh.

Higher up, the older sibling was still desperately failing to take off her bra. It yanked and strained, getting nowhere.

"This is the worst first date ever," she sighed.

The mother bird hissed again, and the girl gave the chick a wincing smile. "Try harder, Junior," she grumbled, "You want to see a real boob, don't you? It's quite a treat."

Apparently, her encouragement had an effect, for, at that moment, the younger bird pulled the bra strap downward, hard, and the girl's left breast popped free, bouncing up and down as the bird bobbed its head.

"Good job," she said, "Now you can tell all the other birds about it at school tomorrow."

Emboldened by its success, the younger bird braced a claw against her bare leg and pulled back with all its might. She hissed in pain as its tiny claws sank into her thigh, and then her body shook as her bra tore free. The younger bird staggered backward, the girl's bra still clutched, triumphantly in its beak.

Then she thumped her forehead against the wall as the youngest bird yanked hard on her ripping panties, plowing her hidden valley with a cord of hot satin. Her eyes bulged as the bird yanked again and again, and then, mercifully, the panties shredded apart and the girl's privates rebounded, I'll-used, but otherwise undamaged.

The girl leaned heavily against the wall, panting for breath and squeezing her legs together, protectively over her swollen parts. She looked back with eyes full of utter loathing as the smallest bird danced around, tossing her ravaged panties in the air like a plaything and catching them in its beak again. The older of the two had her bra on the ground, tearing at the fabric like dead prey. It tilted its head back and swallowed a scrap, coughing it up again a moment later and cawing angrily at the ruined piece of lingerie between its feet.

The girl gave a bitter laugh. "You like the taste, you stupid bird?"

The mother bird hissed again, tugging at the girl's hair once more.

"What?" she demanded, and the bird yanked again.

"You got what you wanted! Now get out of here!" she cried. Still, the giant bird did not release its grip on her hair.

"What do you want?" she wept in desperation, "Go build your stupid nest, and lay your stupid eggs... I'm gonna come stomp on all of 'em the minute I get loose!"

The two younger birds lost interest in the girl's tattered underthings, creeping towards her once again with their beaks low and eyes narrowed.

"What?" she said, her voice more subdued, a flutter of fear in her throat.

A rustling sound from the forest drew her attention, and she twisted her neck around to look behind her.

From the bushes, more of the birds emerged, of all sizes, a whole flock of the nasty things. They converged upon the helpless girl with hungry eyes and open beaks.

"Oh, shit," she whispered.