Nancy "the naked" Wheeler

"Nancy. It's time."

The nearly naked girl tried one final throw of the dice.

"P-please don't make me d-do this. I swear, I'm not hiding anything. It's just my underwear-"

"Well then, you shouldn't have any problem handing it over."

Sobbing and utterly defeated, the mortified girl once again turned around to show everyone her back.

She could feel everyone holding their collective breath as her fingers unhooked her bra and one strap slipped down her shoulder. Nancy pulled her arm free, before quickly slamming it across her chest. After repeating the action with her other arm, she cradled the garment to her heaving breast.

Taking a deep breath, Nancy tossed her bra over her shoulder. With one arm still securely in place across her torso, she used her other hand to yank her panties over her hips and allowed them to slid down her legs, becoming tangled around her ankles. Stepping out of them, Nancy kicked her last item of clothing away.

And just like that, it was done.

Nancy Wheeler was naked. Completely and utterly naked. As nude as the day she was born. Wearing only her birthday suit.

Realising her bare arse was completely exposed, Nancy turned back around; at least she could cover her front.

"So...can I have some clothes now?" Nancy asked hopefully, quivering with fear and looking on despairingly as the dog ripped apart the remnants of her bra.

They had seen that she wasn't carrying anything. What sort of people strip an innocent girl, humiliate her, destroy her clothes, and refuse to give her anything to wear?