Once again, no

“You know what? You guys are right.” Connie said. Suddenly she grabbed Nora and shifted her into a sitting position. “I’m sorry Nora. I said we were gonna do this right and here I am messing it all up.”

“That’s fine Connie. I’m just glad you three realized I wasn’t comfortable with that.” Nora said.

“And comfort is exactly what we want.” Sydney said, standing Nora up. Connie rose up as well, and the three girls once again surrounded Nora.

“I can’t believe we forgot something so simple.” Connie said.

“Really it’s fine, I ju-”

“We can’t celebrate properly until you’re in your birthday suit.” Rachael said. Nora’s eyes went wide.

“WHAT?! No I don’t thi-”

“So just strip those rags off and show some skin.” Sydney said.

“Guys I really don’t wa-”

“Come on now Fuckler, get naked so we can spank that ass properly.” Connie said. It finally donned on Nora that she had made a terrible mistake. They weren’t being nice, they just wanted to get her alone so they could be extra horrible to her.

“Please. You know I don’t like showing skin. Please don’t do this.” Nora begged. Connie sighed.

“I guess we have to do this the hard way.” She said. Sydney then produced three pairs of scissors, handing one to each of them. “Try not to move around too much. Wouldn’t wanna damage the goods.”

The girls then shoved Nora to the ground and went to work on her outfit. Sydney and Rachael made sure to kneel on her arms, and Connie sat on her legs, restraining her. First they shredded her sweater, a task that took some time since it was so thick. Nora tried to fight, but was scared of what might happen if she fought back. When the sweater was gone, they made short work of her thin undershirt, leaving Nora in her plain pink bra.

“I knew there was a body under all that clothes. And just look at those melons. I think they might be bigger than Rachael’s.” Sydney said.

“Only one way to know for sure how big they are.” Connie slowly moved the scissors so that the middle of Nora’s bra rested between them. Nora felt her nipples begin to harden, and mentally fought with herself. How could this be in any way arousing. Nora hated to show off her body. It had to be something else.

“Please stop doing this. Nobody’s ever seen me like this before.” Nora pleaded. But her plea seemed to fall on deaf ears.

“Brace yourself Fuckler, it’s kinda chilly in here.” And with that, she cut the strap, and the cups of Nora’s bra popped straight away from her breasts.

“Now THAT’S a pair of tits. I don’t know why you hide these puppies so much, I certainly wouldn’t be ashamed of them.” Connie said. The comment made Nora’s face turn red as a tomato. She was mortified. Before a few seconds ago hardly anyone had even seen her bare arms, and now her three least favorite people in the world were ogling her boobs.

“I’ve gotta see how those things feel.” Sydney said, and took both of Nora’s tits in her hands. If it was possible Nora’s face got even redder. Sydney kneaded them for a few moments, before moving on to her nipples. “It must be as chilly as you say, Connie, because her nips could cut diamonds right now.” She rolled them between her fingers, and Nora struggled to suppress a moan.

“You don’t say. Well I have the perfect idea to see if it’s the cold that’s making her that way.” Connie said, slowly moving the scissors to Nora’s waistline. “Time to see if that ass looks as good as it feels.”

Sydney finally moved away from her fondling, and returned to her scissors. It didn’t take long for the three to cut her jeans away, and yet it felt like an eternity to Nora.

“I can’t decide what’s better. The fact that you’re wearing knee-high rainbow socks, or that such a shy girl like you wears a thong.” Rachael said.

It was true. At this point all Nora had left was her shoes, socks, and a pink thong. She had never planned on anyone seeing it, thongs were just comfortable to her. But now she almost wished to be wearing a chastity belt if it meant protecting the last of her modesty.

Sydney, who had already shown herself to be the most handsy of the tormentors, put her hand to the crotch of Nora’s thong.

“Oh and it definitely isn’t the cold. She’s totally drenched!”

Hearing this made Nora cringe. Why she was wet she didn’t know, but she couldn’t deny a certain warmth she felt in her nether region.

“No way, lemme feel.” Rachael said.

“This I’ve gotta see.” Said Connie.

And so now Nora had not one but three hands rubbing at her crotch, each one trying to see just how soaked her panties were. Even worse was that all this rubbing only further increased the warmth Nora felt.

“I guess the whole shy thing is just an act. Fuckler here is a grade-A slut.” Rachael said.

“N-no! I’m a good girl!” Nora said, more to herself than anyone else.

“A good girl huh? Well then I guess we better get rid of this filthy thong of yours. Wouldn’t want someone to think you were trying to show off.” Sydney teased. Both her and Rachael slid the thin side straps between the blades of their scissors, and cut. The back went slack, and the last remaining piece of dignity Nora had was inches away from being lost. Connie gently grabbed the top of the front of the thong, and prepared to unveil the last that Connie had to show.

“So what do we think, the carpets gonna match the drapes?” Connie asked. “Cause I’m dying to know.”

As if to add insult to injury, Connie pulled up and away such that it dragged through her slit, a sensation Nora found both painful and, to her humiliation, pleasurable. The three girls then burst into wild laughter, falling on their backs. Nora took this moment to sit up and cover herself best she could, holding her legs together and hugging her ample chest.

“This carpet doesn’t just match the drapes, it’s just as big! Ever heard of a fucking razor Fuckler!?” Connie said through her hysteria. “How selfish of you, letting Mr. Griggs walk around bald when you’ve got that forest down there.”

Nora didn’t want to stick around to suffer any longer, but she didn’t know where she was to go. She couldn’t leave the gym without more than her socks and shoes.

“And look at that ass. It’s like a plump white pumpkin.” Rachael said, punctuating her sentence by smacking Nora on the rear.

“Well now that you’re finally dressed for the occasion, we can continue this party.” Connie said, finally calming down.