The girls try to fight back

As Scotch came closer to Aerith, he squinted a bit and said, “Wait a minute, I know you...the Colosseum!” At that moment Aerith lurched forward to kick him in the groin, but she lost her balance. Tifa yelled for Aerith to duck as she executed a reverse spinning roundhouse kick. Scotch was ready however, and was able to block most of the blow even though he was bowled over in the process. In an instant, the other thugs were on top of them. The girls literally had their backs to the wall, or in this case, the locked door. It was not the best position to fight. Aerith was easily overpowered, while Tifa put up a valiant effort until one of the thugs pinned her against the door while the other grabbed her wrists. With no equipment or materia, she wasn’t much of a match against their brute strength. Tifa struggled again to try and get free, but the thugs only restrained her more, pulling her arms behind her back, and clasping her wrists together. Aerith was easily overpowered, while Tifa put up a valiant effort until one of the thugs pinned her against the door while the other grabbed her wrists. She struggled, but had been beaten. The two girls were separated, Tifa being restrained by two thugs, and Aerith by a single one.

Scotch got back to his feet, and shook it off. He had seen Aerith in action, and knew she was a magic user, not a melee fighter, and with no material on her, and no staff, Aerith was not much of a threat. This other girl was a brawler, and had the fit body to go with it. Scotch approached Tifa and asked, “So, does Aerith’s friend have a name?” Tifa grunted at being restrained and spat out, “Go to hell!” Scotch didn’t appreciate that one bit, and gave Tifa a swift punch to the stomach; not too hard, but enough to send a message. She absorbed the punch as best she could, but still let out a moan. “Tifa,” Aerith yelled in shock. “So, you are Tifa,” Scotch snickered, “Chocobo Sam has been talking about you for weeks.” He gave her body a once over, and said, “He wasn’t lying about your body. The bride Don Corneo chose over you must be some woman!” Aerith let out a giggle upon hearing that, but it didn’t change the dire nature of their situation. Scotch looked at Aerith, “What so funny? Oh well, never mind, let’s get back to the business at hand, shall we ladies?” Tifa began to struggle more, and Scotch, fed up with this, shouted, “Forget playing nice. These girls deserve to be punished. Bind up their wrists.” At that, both Tifa and Aerith began to struggle, but were unable to prevent the inevitable. All Tifa could do was watch as Aerith’s arms were raised above her head and zip-tied, before her own were as well.

Both girls were moved towards sets of hooks on different walls. They were each lifted up and their wrist bindings were placed over the hooks. Released, their feet barely touched the ground. Aerith looked stunned at the situation, but Tifa began to kick wildly. The thugs looked at Scotch, and he shook his head in disbelieve, “Enough of this boys. They want punishment, so we’ll give it to them. First, by tearing these clothes off of them. Strip’em, boys!”

“No,” Tifa gasped, as the two thugs turned back to her with smirks on their faces. Scotch and the other thug approached Aerith. Tifa’s thugs reached her, and begin tugging at various parts of her dress. “Wait,” Scotch called out, “Let’s start with this one.” Tifa’s thugs let go of her dress, and all four men approached Aerith. They surrounded her, some with their knives out. Tifa watched as hands ran all over Aerith’s body. “Hey, wait a minute;” Aerith pleaded, as audible sounds of material being cut were heard, “This dress is really expensive!” The men cared not, and Tifa could hear more rips from across the room. Large portions of red material were being sliced off, and tossed out of the crowd. Tifa watched as the bow was tossed into the center of the room, as well as several layers of dress frills. As the crowd shuffled around Aerith, Tifa saw that the red dress was in dire condition. Large sections of Aerith’s legs were now exposed. The dress slit had been ‘extended’ much higher to her waist now, and her bodice had been sliced open a lot lower. Tifa caught a glimpse of Aerith’s eyes as they widened in shock, “Wait, not that,” she begged. The sounds of more tearing a cutting resulted in another large section of dress being tossed out on to the floor, this time, Tifa recognized it as the bodice of the dress; Aerith would be topless in the crowd now. There was one big rip, and the men applauded themselves as the rest of the dress was tossed out of the crowd. Aerith pleaded with them, “Please stop. Isn’t that enough?” It fell on deaf ears as the final slicing sounds preceded Aerith’s destroyed panties being tossed away. The men put away their knives and let their hands adventure around Aerith’s body. She grunted and moaned as she was molested.

Scotch broke up the crowd, and said, “Boys, we still have more work to do.” As they dispersed from around Aerith, Tifa caught sight of her naked body, hanging there. Her beautiful, slender form suspended there, covered only in her star pendant necklace, and her heels. Aerith now glanced up at Tifa, knowing what was to come for her friend.

Tifa watched the four men approaching, and she struggled more and more to get free. Scotch spoke up as he made his way to Tifa, “Not as ornate a dress as Aerith’s, or even as much material to work with, but we can still have fun with this one.” Knives were once again brandished as the men closed in around Tifa. She kicked out again, “Stay away from me,” She ordered, “I’m warning you!” Scotch dodged her kick, “Gentlemen, this one is troublesome. Please bind her ankles for me.” “NO,” shouted Tifa, as she tried to keep her legs free. It took two thugs to immobilize her, while the third secured the zip-tie around her ankles. Tifa felt fear overwhelm her. She was helpless! “So, boys,” Scotch said, “We were animals with that previous dress. Maybe we should be a bit more calculated with this dress?” The thugs seemed confused, and Scotch scolded them, “Just follow my lead.”

“Get away from me,” Tifa shouted. The men ignored her and closed in around her. Scotch ran the blade of his knife over Tifa’s bare thigh. He grabbed the hem of the dress, pulling it taught, and made a short, clean cut above the waist, careful not to cut Tifa. “If you struggle, I may end up cutting you along with the dress,” he warned. He then took both hands and inserted them on either side of the incision, and pulled slightly. Tifa closed her eyes as she heard and felt the material of her dress tearing open. “Well boys,” Scotch encouraged as he left the crowd and moved to the center of the room, “have fun!” Suddenly, the men were all over her. She felt their hands on her bare skin, and also fiddling and pulling at parts of her dress. She dared to glance down as two knives went to work cutting away at her dress. They seemed to be methodical, working their way from the bottom of the dress upwards, not that it had any bearing on the result...Tifa knew she was going to be stripped.

Now it was Aerith’s turn to watch as small bits of purple, silky material were tossed out of the crowd. Scotch stood in the middle, attempting to catch them. Unable to look away, Tifa watched as a knife dug into the initial incision, and carved noisily down to the hem, severing it. “Ugh,”Tifa grunted as larger sections of the front of the skirt were being torn off. One thug became rather ambitious, and reached around her lower back, and grabbed part of the hanging skirt material. Tifa could only whisper, “No, please stop,” as he pulled it all the way around with a loud rip, and tossed it away. Tifa watched Scotch catch it and cheer on his men. Her dress was non-existent from the waist down, and she felt the cold stone wall against her behind. Two of the thugs began feeling up her legs, while another thug examined the back of her dress, seeing it was still attached around her with that little zipper. Not caring to bother with the zipper, he sawed through the material with his knife and Tifa felt the dress open entirely from around her waist. It hung loose in front of her body, the dress only maintain its shape on her by the grey shoulder straps, and the neck straps. Through the crowd, Aerith could make out Tifa’s exposed body from the waist down, covered only by her thong. Tifa again shut her eyes as she felt the thugs grab what was left of the front of her dress, and cut just below her breasts. She felt their rough hands along her taught abdominal muscles and the dress sliced and ripped until she watched that large part of the dress tossed away from her. She could feel the remainder of the dress, essentially now a bra, strain to contain her breasts. She felt their hands over her bare waist and abs, and she shivered in fear of what was to come next.

Two of the thugs noticed the grey straps, and decided to not take any chances, and cut them off completely. Tifa felt her dress become very loose now, just hanging in front of her. She grunted again in defiance as a knife caught the material between her breasts and careful cut it apart. The material hung open now, covering each breast separately. “Finish it up boys,” Scotch ordered. They grabbed hold of her neck strap, and Tifa gasped out a final, “No,” and the rest of her dress was cut apart. She watched the men pull away the final pieces of material as her bare breasts were revealed. “Ah,” Tifa moaned as she watched the remainder of the dress tossed away. Scotch caught it, and approached the men, who were staring at Tifa’s amazing body. One of them reached for her thong, but Scotch told them to spread out. He drank in Tifa’s naked form, and whistled, “Chocobo Sam does not exaggerate. Your body is dynamite.” He glanced down at her thong and brandished his knife. He moved close to her and whispered, “Let me do the honours.” She looked away and she heard a quick slice at one side of her waist, and then at the other, her thong cut apart. Scotch teased Tifa by letting the thong slide through between her thighs as he pulled it away. The sensation caught Tifa off guard and she felt her body become aroused. As a final insult to her, Scotch flicked his knife near her neck, cutting away the choker, and teasing her with it in front of her face. Tifa hung there, stripped naked, not knowing what was to come.