Greta’s stripped and Ciri tries to intervene

As Hera struggled with the knots, she pulled out a pair of iron scissors. “This should do the trick.”

Greta’s eyes widened as she saw the scissors and screamed in terror. “NO! Not my clothes! Please, mistress. I’m sorry.”

Snip snip snip. Greta sobbed as her dress was cut down the middle causing it to fall to her ankles. Her stuffed bra and panties very apparent as she cried. “HEY!” Ciri yelled as she stood to her feet. “Let her go!”

Hera ignored Ciri as she pulled Greta’s bra off, letting the tissue fall to the ground, her small chest reduced to two small humps. Greta sobbed in embarrassment as Hera tore her panties off too, leaving her naked, her sparse red pubes were sticking out just a little, her plump bare button display.

Ciri stepped out of the tub and grabbed Hera’s arm. “I said let her go!” Ciri said.

“I don’t care,” Hera said as she grabbed Ciri’s ear. “You can leave too.”

Ciri gasped as Hera threw the door open and tossed both her and Greta out into the main area, completely utterly naked.