A mad scientist's laboratory.

Still hoping to find some sort of clothing or cover, the girls hesitantly made their way through the dimly lit basement. Their bare skin prickled with cold, their hands pressed tightly against their most intimate areas, a poor substitute for real cover. The air was damp, and every step they took sent a humiliating shiver up their spines, fully aware of how much of their bodies were on display.

They stayed close, closer than ever.

Their search for clothing came to a sudden stop when they entered what looked like a macabre laboratory. The room was filled with cold metal tables, bizarre-looking machinery, and vials of strange, murky liquids.

But the most horrifying sight?

A large operating table, smeared with blood. And leading away from it, massive, inhuman footprints. The bloody trail vanished into the darkness, disappearing into a metal air vent.

The girls gulped in fear.

But despite the chilling atmosphere, they had ****. They walked among the tables, keeping a sharp eye out for any spare lab coats, towels, anything to shield their nearly naked bodies.

But there was nothing.

As Marianne turned to check another table, she accidentally bumped into a metallic surface.

CLANK.

A sudden mechanical snap echoed through the room.

Before she could react, a thin metal cuff shot out from the table, latching onto the waistband of her lace black thong!

"H-Hey!" Marianne yelped, feeling the sudden tight pull against her hips. She immediately reached down, fingers grasping at the delicate lace, but the tight grip of the device refused to release her.

She frantically pulled and twisted, but the clasp was locked tight.

"Guys, can you see if there's some button or something to unlock this?!" she begged, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled.

The other two nodded, kneeling by the table’s base, scanning the control panel.

Completely unaware that they had just turned their backs to the bloody air vent.

Then it happened.

The vent suddenly swung open.

A grotesque animatronic monster lunged out with a deafening roar.

Before the girls could react, its mechanical claws shot out, grabbing onto Willow’s waistband!

"AHHHH!" Willow shrieked, instinctively jumping forward, but the monster yanked back hard.

Her shorts slid right off her hips.

"NO! NONONO—"

But it didn’t stop.

Its claws had hooked into the thin waistband beneath her shorts as well.

And with one ruthless tug

Her panties were ripped clean off.

For one horrifying moment, Willow was frozen, fully exposed.

Then, gravity took her.

Her legs kicked uselessly in the air as she was toppled forward, completely bare below the waist, her shaven, dripping pussy now on full display.

"W-Willow!" Marianne gasped.

Willow hit the ground with a wet slap, her now completely naked body sprawled across the cold floor.

Her breasts squished beneath her as she pushed herself up, legs still sprawled apart, her intimate pussy fully revealed for her friends to see.

"AHHHH! DON’T LOOK!" she shrieked, immediately crossing her legs and slapping her hands over her pussy, her entire body flushed deep red.

In her **** scramble to cover herself, she accidentally slammed her palm against the control panel.

BZZZT!

A loud mechanical whirr filled the room.

Before Marianne could even turn, a metal arm shot up from the table

Grabbing onto her bra.

"WHAT—NO!"

The trapped girl twisted, yanked, thrashed, but the metal grip was unrelenting.

In her violent struggles, her lacy black bra came unhooked in the back.

A horrified gasp escaped her lips.

She barely had time to react before the arm suddenly retracted

Tearing her bra clean off.

Her D-cup breasts bounced freely, fully exposed in the dim candlelight.

"AHHHHH!"

Marianne immediately slapped her arms over her chest, her soft breasts jiggling from the sudden movement.

The mechanical arm vanished into the table, taking her bra with it.

"NOOO! Give it back!" Marianne shrieked, her body writhing in helpless humiliation.

But she couldn't run.

The metal cuffs were still latched tightly around the waistband of her lace thong, pinning her hips to the table.

She tried to twist free, but the pull against her delicate lace panties only made her more flustered.

Her bare breasts swayed with every **** struggle, her hands pressing against her nipples, but there was nowhere to go.

And things only got worse.

Mackenzie, still stumbling away from the monster, backed into a shelf holding the vials of strange liquids.

A large container tipped over

Spilling its contents all over her chest.

"Ugh, gross!" she gasped, trying to wipe it off.

But then she felt it.

Heat.

A burning sensation, spreading across her skin

And it was getting hotter. Fast.

"Nghhh, AHHH!" Mackenzie yelped, feeling her bra grow unbearably warm.

Her hands flew to the clasp.

She fumbled, struggled

And ripped the garment away just in time.

It hit the ground

And burst into flames.

Mackenzie’s heart pounded.

She had just barely avoided getting burned… but at what cost?

Her gorgeous, perky breasts were now completely exposed, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air.

Her freckled skin flushed pink, her arms crossing tightly over her naked chest.

The three girls groaned in unison, their final scraps of dignity gone.

"This is the WORST!" Willow wailed, her hair dripping over her red, furious face.

She had risen to her feet, but her stance betrayed her humiliation

One arm draped over her bouncing breasts, the other pressed tightly against her bare, **** pussy.

"NOW I’M FUCKING NAKED!"

"I know how you feel…" Mackenzie groaned, her hands desperately trying to cover what little she could.

"All that’s left are my shoes..."

Marianne, still trembling from her own exposure, adjusted her stance.

She was just as flustered, her large, bare breasts pressed tightly against her arms.

"I… I still have my thong," she muttered, her voice shaky.

"But I can't move… I'm stuck!"

Mackenzie opened her mouth to respond

But a sudden, familiar noise froze her blood.

Shrieks.

And then

CRASH.

From above, more bodies came hurtling down the slide.

Mackenzie’s stomach twisted into a knot.

More people were coming.

And the two of them were standing there, completely naked.

Marianne, though not much better off, remained trapped against the table, her arms the only thing shielding her ample breasts.

Mackenzie's breath hitched.

"Oh no…" she whispered, horror gripping her.

They were about to have company.