A mad scientist's laboratory.

Still hoping to find some sort of clothing or cover, the girls began hesitantly making their way through the dimly lit basement. This time, they stayed closer together, each covering their bodies with nothing but their hands.

After a few moments, the girls came upon a disturbing scene. It seemed like some sort of macabre laboratory. It had a few operating tables, bizarre looking machinery, and vials and containers full of various colored liquids. One of the operating tables even had a large blood stain on it, with bloody monstrous footsteps leading away towards a metal air vent.

The trio of girls gulped in fear. The scene did look genuinely creepy. But still, they walked among the tables, keeping an eye out for any spare sheets or lab coats to shield their semi-nude forms. But they came up empty. As Marianne bumped into an operating table, it activated a handcuff-like mechanism. It looked designed to strap down someone's wrist on the operating table. But now, the thin band slid under the hip of Marianne's black panties and locked into place.

"H-hey!" Marianne said, suddenly realizing that her panties were now stuck to the table. She tried to tug the metal free but it wouldn't budge. "Guys, can you see if there's some button or something to unlock this?"

The girls nodded and began searching. The two girls knelt down and began examining the base of the operating table where there appeared to be some sort of control panel. Little did they realize that they were now just few feet away from the bloody air vent. And they had their backs turned.

The vent swung upwards and an animatronic monster suddenly burst forward with a loud roar. With blinding speed it sunk its fake claws into the waistband of Willow's shorts. The girls shrieked and tried to jump away from the monster, but Willow soon found she couldn't get away. Just as swiftly, the monster retracted back towards the vent. Its grip on the shorts yanked them down Willow's slender legs. But it had apparently gotten its claws into the waistband of Willow's panties as well, because it dragged those down her legs too! After baring Willow's shaven pussy to her friends, the monster continued its journey, pulling Willow's feet out from under her. As the blonde toppled forwards, her shorts were ripped off her ankles so quickly that it popped the flats off her feet as well! By the time Willow hit the ground, she was left completely naked.

In her fall, Willow's hand accidently pressed a button on the control panel. Immediately, a mechanical arm on the table whirred to life, springing upwards from a hole in the table and latching onto Marianne's bra. The trapped girl began struggling with the arm, trying to wrest it free from her bra. But its robotic grip was firm. In the violent jostling, the lacy black bra came unhooked in the back. Marianne immediately felt the release of tension around her large breasts. And suddenly, the arm began retracting back into the table. It ripped the bra off Marianne's chest, exposing her D-cup breasts to her friends, before swiftly retracting back into its hole, taking the bra with it.

Mackenzie, still fleeing from the monster, bumped into the shelf holding the vials of colorful liquids. One tipped over and its contents spilled all over Mackenzie's chest. She wiped the liquid off as best she could, but felt heat coming from her bra. And it was heating up fast! With a few yelps, Mackenzie yanked her bra off as quickly as she could. It hit the ground and began catching fire several seconds later. Mackenzie had gotten rid of it just in time to avoid being seriously burned. But now the redhead was left naked, save for her socks and shoes.

All three women groaned, almost in unison, as they realized that their wardrobes had been reduced yet again.

"This is the worst!" Willow shouted, her wet hair plastered around her fuming face. She had risen to her feet and adopted a familiar pose. One arm draped across her breasts and one hand gingerly covering her pussy. "Now I'm fucking naked!"

"I know how you feel." Mackenzie said from the other side of the table. She was in the same pose as her friend, blushing furiously and desperately hiding what she could from view. "All that's left are my shoes..."

"I'm afraid I'm not much better off." Marianne said, using both her arms to contain her ample chest from view. "I've got my panties and sandals but I don't think the panties are going anywhere."

"Maybe we can-" Mackenzie was interrupted by the sound of shrieks followed by a familiar crashing sound not too far away. Someone else had just come down the basement's slide. Multiple someones. Mackenzie's blood ran cold. "Oh no." was all she could mutter. The girls were about to have company.