Stripped again

"Let me go!" you yell, writhing and kicking as the other three girls try to pin you to the floor on your back. But all your efforts turn out to be in vain as the three girls steadily overpower you. It's Serrita who finally takes the fight out of you by pulling out a switchblade. "Be a good girl, or I will seriously cut you!" she exclaims as she allows the blade's fine edge to gently caress the side of your face. You lay there and accept whatever they have in store for you as you watch the naked blade out of the corner of your eye.

Samantha approaches you, and stands in between your sprawled open legs. "Right where I wanna be" she says with a wicked smile.

You try one more time to reason with all of them. "If all of you leave now, I won't press charges against you. It'll be like this never happened."

Samantha laughs. "Oh you don't understand!" she crows. "After we're finished with you, you won't be around to press any charges. It will be like YOU never happened. You're going to vanish off the face of this Earth. You won't be dead, but you may end up wishing you were." She pulls out a box cutter, and rips your skirt open with it, exposing your naked pussy. "There's that cute little cop cunt of yours again! Do all female cops trim their bushes as nicely as you do? It's so cute the way that tuft of hair just kind of curls up in the middle from both sides. I don't hate pussy hair, but I do hate cop cunt hair. Hand me your knife, Serrita. I'm gonna shave this bitch bald down here." Serrita passes her the open switchblade. Samantha brandishes it before your eyes. "Now be sure to hold very still. I wouldn't want to cut you down here."

You feel the knife's edge as it glides across your dry but soft skin, slowly cutting away your pubic hair. You know it's going to end up red and chafed down there. But soon the ordeal is over, and she passes the knife back to Serrita. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it Carly? You have a nice, bald cop cunt now." She looks at the other three girls. "Get the rest of her clothes off. I don't care how you do it, just remove every stitch she has on."

Fabric starts to rip, and buttons fly until you are laying there totally naked. You just want to curl up in a ball, but you're too afraid to move. The next thing you know, you're lifted up by all four of them, and carried off to your own bedroom. They lay you down on the bed, and tie you tightly to the frame, spread eagle. Samantha climbs on top of you, and kisses you. "We're going to have so much fun together, Carly. We're all going to fuck you. Do you have any toys here we can use on you?" You turn your head away in an act of defiance, and refuse to answer. "Search the room, girls" Samantha orders the others. "There's got to be something here we can use on her."

The sound of drawers being pulled out of their dressers and turned upside down is all you can hear. You try to think about what they might find to use on you. All at once it dawns on you. Your service revolver and your nightstick! Your eyes grow wide with fear at the thought of what they will do to you once they find them. This time, there is no one around who can save you.