Forcibly Stripped Naked

"Are you seriously ordering us to strip naked, with the threat of arrest?" asked Elizabeth in shock.

"You can't honestly expect us to get naked, if those idiots took your joke seriously, that's there fault," said Marie

"We were very serious about the law Ms. Studioso, so I need you and your friend to strip," said the police officer.

"We are not taking our clothes off and that's final, let's go Marie," said Elizabeth turning to leave the gym.

"Grab her, she's resisting! We're using ****!" Yelled a police officer.

"What the fu--" Elizabeth started to say before she was restrained by four police officers. "Let go! What are you doing! You can't arrest me!" Screamed Elizabeth.

"We're not, we're forcibly stripping you ourselves," said an officer who was walking up to her with scissors.

Marie was staring with her eyes full of terror as her best friend was being restrained to have her clothes cut to pieces. "No! No please! Please don't do this! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll do it myself! Don't cut my clothes apart!" screamed Elizabeth. Elizabeth kept struggling, desperately trying to get free, but the officers had a really good hold on her.

First the officer took the scissors and cut the right strap of her tanktop. "Ahhh! No! No! No! No! No! Stop! Please!" Elizabeth screamed the moment she saw the strap break apart. Next the scissors were taken to the left strap of her tanktop. Elizabeth was screaming even louder now. Please! Please! Please! I'm sorry! Stop! Stop! No! I'm begging you! Stop!"

The officer had the scissors positioned at the bottom of her tank top and was slowly cutting up towards the top. All the while tears were falling from Elizabeth's eyes as she screamed "Help! Please! Help! Marie! You're my friend! Stop watching and help me! Please! Stop! Someone save me!" Soon there was a cut going all the way up both sides of the tank top making it two useless pieces of cloth. It was thrown on the floor by another police officer who proceeded to cut it up into as many small pieces as possible.

Elizabeth's tank top was in shreds now. You could see her expensive $150 lace bra barely covering her 36C breasts, exposing an awful lot of cleavage.

There was a temporary pause in Elizabeth's **** stripping as the officer with the scissors took her flip flops off and handed them to the officer with the bag containing the teen's tattered tank top.

"Now time to deal with those shorts of yours," said the officer putting the scissor blades up to the waste band of Elizabeth's short shorts. "No! No! No! No! No! Stop! Please stop! Someone help me! Marie! Help! Please Marie!" screamed Elizabeth loudly crying.

Marie was watching, petrified, as her friends clothes were being cut apart, her knees were shaking. Her feet felt cemented to the ground. She didn't want this humiliation, and was deathly afraid she'd recieve it too. Then an officer yelled "Someome grab her friend! We can't have an interference!" and Marie was restrained. "Nooooo! Not me! I was cooperating! Don't strip me! Please!" Marie cried.

After that the officer with the scissors continued cutting Elizabeth's short shorts until they were merely scraps of denim. She was left wearing nothing but expensive lace underwear. The whole time Elizabeth screamed things like "No please! I'm begging! Stop! I'll strip myself! Please not the underwear it was expensive!"

"Oh... well since it was expensive perhaps we'll keep it in tact," said an officer.

"For real? You would do that?" asked Elizabeth.

"Well..." the officer started to say.