>>2235217It was a little sad to think about, but it was the first time in the whole day that I had seen clothed girls. Their one by one method of escape through a small opening was ideal for the Panty Raiders to take advantage of. The first girls to come out might have the advantage of not having to deal with that horrible smoke for that long, but they were quickly grabbed by pairs or trios of naked girls with panty masks and had their clothes stripped. Some resisted more than others; and resistance only meant more torn clothes. Jill’s Panty Raiders looked like a bunch of piranhas in a feeding frenzy.
Jill joined in the fray, and with her arm strength whoever was the unlucky girl she chose to fight against stood no chance whatsoever. All the stripped clothes, torn or otherwise, were given to a small, nude girl. Her face was completely covered by a pair of yellow panties with white stripes; but even then I could easily recognize her flat chest, her lack of feminine features and her somewhat passable buttocks. She could be no other than Elmira.
Elmira dutifully grabbed the clothes and piled them well away from the battle, making runs between where the fights were taking place.
“A-are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?” Monique was the first to say it, but yes; for sure we were all thinking it.
There was no one guarding the clothes and the only defense they had were the fact they were too far from the other girls to matter. Once the girls were rendered completely nude by Jill – not even shoes or socks or even hair ornaments were spared – they had their hands and feet tied down rather expertly making me think the Panty Raiders were at least a little practiced in their craft.
Jill’s group had an overwhelming advantage and as time went on it always looked worse for the girls from inside the cabin.
