Nancy is nearly nude

"Hey! Girl? You still with us?"

Nancy jumped, suddenly remembering where she was. For the first time since her ordeal had started, she managed to raise her head.

She wailed in despair at the devastation her eyes fell upon.

Her possessions had been thoroughly searched, with no care taken with them. Her skirt was ripped, her jacket was all twisted, and pages from her satchel lay scattered about. The dog was shaking and tearing at something...which Nancy realised in horror was the remains of her blouse!

"Why?!" Nancy squeaked, half-angry and half-terrified.

"We needed to make sure you were clean."

"WELL WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR NOW?!" Nancy shrieked, but her angry hastily subsided when she realised the commotion was drawing the attention of others from the camp.

"We can sort that out once we finish our search. Please hand over the rest."

With her knees feeling weak, Nancy slipped off her watch and carefully lifted her necklace over her head, hoping, praying, that they would be satisfied.

By now, quite a large crowd had gathered. Word had quickly spread of a cute girl dressed only in her underwear, who's mortification only increased her attractiveness. Nancy could practically see some of the boys salivating over her. She wished she had more arms; two were not nearly enough to cover everything.

Nancy fidgeted like crazy. She checked, rechecked and checked again that her underwear was still in place, covering everything important. She kept touching her short hair, knowing how much of a mess it would surely now look. After wiping her eyes, she glanced down at the back of her hand. The evidence was plain to see, and not at all surprising. Her makeup was ruined.

Nancy fixed her eyes on her toes, willing her subconscious to wake up from this nightmare. Because this couldn't be real. There was no other explanation. She was asleep in bed, under her warm covers and wearing pajamas, and all of this was a horrible dream.

"Let me keep my underwear, please let me keep my underwear, don't take my bra, don't take my panties...let me keep my underwear, please let me keep my underwear, don't take my bra, don't take my panties..."

Nancy found herself chanting the mantra under her breath. Maybe if she said it enough, her wish would be granted.