DIANA DROPS HER PANTS
By V.P. Viddler
"Diana," I said. "Stand up."
A murmur of anticipation rose from the room full of men. Slowly and most
reluctantly, Diana got up and stood in front of me.
"In the middle of the room," I said.
Diana took a breath. Biting her lip, she moved to the center of the floor, the
object of the eager looks of every man there. Diana stood, waiting. Breath a bit
fast. Lips quivering. Tall, beautiful, long-legged, high-breasted. Waiting for
my commands. Her long dark hair hung down past her waist, and her rising and
falling breasts pushed out against her tight blouse. Her dark skirt showed the
curves of her magnificent calves. Her liquid brown eyes pleaded silently with
me.
I smiled.
"Diana," I said. "We all know you aren't wearing a bra. Isn't that right?"
Diana swallowed. "Yes," she said, her voice shaking.
"And why not, Diana?" I said.
"Because you--you told me not to," Diana got out.
"That's right," I said. "I told you not to. And you didn't, I can see that. All
of us can tell that by the way your sexy nipples stick out."
Diana got red.
"Don't blush, Diana," I said. "It's a pretty sight, and now I want to know this,
Diana. Are you wearing panties?"
Diana gulped. "P-panties?" she said.
"That's what I said. Panties. Are you?"
"I--I--y-yes," Diana said. "Yes, I am."
"Why?" I said.
"W-why? B-because I--I always--I always do--and you--you didn't say--"
"No," I said. "I didn't tell you not to wear panties. Do you know why, Diana?"
Diana shook her head.
"I can't hear you," I said.
"No!" Dinan gasped. "No. I--I don't."
"I'll tell you," I said. It's because I wanted to watch you take them off."
Diana was shaking now. "T-take..."
"Yes," I said. "I want you to take your panties off, Diana. Right now. Right
here. In front of us all. All of us are anxious to watch, I'm sure. So do it,
Diana. Take your panties off. Now."
Diana shook harder and tears dropped from her eyes. "M-must I?" she whispered.
"Diana," I said softly.
Diana's mouth twisted with fright. "All right," she gasped swiftly. "All--all
right. I--I will."
"What will you do, Diana?" I said, rubbing it in for her. "Tell us all what you
are going to do."
"I--I'm--going to--t-take m-my panties off," Diana whimpered.
"Good," I said. "Do it."
And with the wide gaze of all the men on her shaking form, Diana, with trembling
hands, groped beneath the bottom of her skirt, trying not to pull it up too
high, but still showing us the arousing expanse of her full, luscious,
mouth-watering thighs as she grasped the band of her panties. Blushing
furiously, crying quietly, Diana slid the silk briefs over her hips, still
exposing soft smooth thigh flesh, then slid them down, down her long sensuous
thighs, down her calves, and bowed in front of us to pull them off over her
shoes.
"Good," I said. "Drop them."
Diana did.
"Okay," I said. "Now you can sit down, Diana. Now that we all know you have
nothing on under that blouse and skirt. You can sit there knowing that we know
that you are naked under there. So vulnerable. Right, Diana?"
"Yes," Diana said.
"Now," I said. "Just to give the boys something to think about as they look at
your partially-clothed body, why don't you tell us about what I did to you last
night? That should be... stimulating."
"Oh god," Diana said.
"Or shall I do it--while you crawl around the floor in your short skirt. Hm?"
"No--"
"I'm waiting, Diana."
"I want to scream," Diana said.
"Shall I make you?" I said.
"No."
"Then crawl."
"I'm going to crawl," Diana said.
"Naked?" I said.
"I--"
"Hold her," I said.
Roy pinned her arms in back of her. Diana was panting. I got out a long pin.
"Ask me," I said.
Diana said, "No."
"You want to scream."
"I'll crawl for you."
"For all of us."
"For all of you. I'll crawl for all of you. My clothes will come off and--"
"Scream," I said, and I stuck the long pin into Diana's hard, throbbing nipple.
All the way.
She screamed.
I ripped her blouse apart. Roy let her go and Diana fell to the ground. And
crawled. Screaming. Crawled all around, and her skirt came off her naked legs
and she crawled in pain and ecstasy...
