Outer clothes destroyed!

The energy blades slashed and whirled at speeds the eye couldn't follow. Barefoot, Janet stumbled back. She took a dozen small slashes. Luckily, the blades bounced off her nearly unbreakable skin, but the energy caused every hit to burn and hurt. She squealed, losing her nerve. She threw her arms over her face and tried to hide, but Cutlass was relentless. As the slashes peppered her, her outer layer of clothing was destroyed. Her shirt shredded and fell away in strips. Her denim jeans were hacked and slashed until they landed in a pile around her bare feet.

Cutlass continued the **** for a moment, then paused. Janet opened an eye a peak. Cutlass stared at her in out of breath shock.

"Wow." Cutlass muttered. Recoil stood in silent agreement behind her. Janet looked around. Everyone seemed to be staring. Why were they staring? Then, she looked down.

Her clothes were destroyed! They'd been cut and peeled off her body. Luckily, she wasn't nude. Unluckily, on her mother's advice, she wore her costume underneath. Her costume she'd sworn she'd never be caught in public in. Her horrible, embarrassing costume. All it consisted of was small briefs, pretty much skin tight panties, with suspenders over each shoulder holding them up. The suspenders covered her nipples and... nothing else really. Her smallish breast, every other inch of her pale limbs and torso showed. That, small gloves and a mask was all she had besides...