Max fights them and loses some clothing.

Max stood on shaky legs, the blow she took to her head affecting her more then she had expected. But even in her current state she easily moved out of the way as one of the man charged at her, tripping him sending him hurling into a pile of garbage. Spinning around she threw a punch at the man approached her from behind.

"Argh' the man coughed as he stumbled back. Surprised that a girl half his size could hit that hard. Max turned her back to him as she defended a wild punch thrown by another man. Taking the opportunity he charged at her exposed back, grabbing at her arms. Only to miss as Max swiftly moved out of his way, leaving him a handful of her shirt rather than her. Their eyes met for a split second, than they both looked down at the sleeve of her shirt that was trapped in his fist.

"Fuck" Max muttered under her breath. Both pulling away, the loud tearing sound of her shirt being torn in half filling her ears.

"Nice tits bitch." The man taunted as he dropped what was left of her shirt. Max's shirt was ruined, torn in half it hung uselessly tucked into her pants, leaving her just in her bra and cargo pants. Shocked for a moment at being ogled by these men, Max barely dodged another attack from behind. Causing the men to once again fall at her feet, but this time he wildly grabbed at her. Managing to grab the waistline of her cargo pants as he fell to the ground, bringing Max's pants and panties down with him.

"Ahh" Max yelped as she felt her pants and panties slide off her hips. Exposing her ass and pussy to the cold night air. Forgetting all her fighting training Max instinctively bent down, trying to pull her pants up from around her knees. "Fuck me" she whispered to herself as she felt the presence of one of the men behind her. Bent over, her hands tangled her pants, her naked body exposed to the man behind her, she knew she was screwed, in more ways then one.