~Subject: FANTASIA: Diana Drops Her Pants
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Mon, 29 Aug 1994  (a.s.stories)

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                    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...