Challenge: Naked From the Waist Up

Lisa bent down to examine the chat screen, her eyes playing over it for a moment before she leaned back, and looked towards the camera.

"Well..." She said. "It seems the story has gotten you hot and horny, because you want us to strip from the waist up. "

She looked a little bit nervous at that, standing before the camera, she played with her fringe a little, twisting her hair around one finger as she looked to Diana. Diana herself took a deep breath, feeling anticipation and horror mixing in her gut. She had known this was coming, of course, but to actually arrive at it? Her mouth felt like sandpaper, and she could feel goosebomps rising all over her body. Slowly, she looked down, examining her body for the first time since she had gotten up that day. She had to admit, she was not dressed in anything particularly sexy. She hadn't expected to get this caught up in what they were doing. She was just wearing a loose fitting top, under which she had a fairly typical bra. Not lacy or sexy or anything like that. Just a bra, The sort you used every day. On her legs, she was simply wearing her normal jeans. As for Lisa, Diana turned to regard her younger sister.

Lisa was currently standing before the camera, one hand gently toying with the hem of her dress. A casual white blouse slung over her torso, and a blue dress covering her to the knees. It was ironic that Lisa, who was more of a tomboy than Diana ever had been was the one who tended to dress in a more typically feminine manner, but that was the way it always had been. When she'd been asked once, Lisa had simply said that she didn't want to let anyone decide what she could or couldn't wear. Feminine or not, it was her choice to wear it.

Now, such thoughts were far away from them both as they considered the challenge they had been posed. Of course, they had both known it was coming, and in this world, had done so many times before, but false memories aside, it was a first for them.

"How many of them are there?" Diana whispered to Lisa, gulping as she saw the number rising.

"About three hundred..." Lisa whispered back. "Wanting to see us naked... did you ever think you would see the day?"

"Since before this, it'd probably mean we worked in a strip club, no I didn't." Diana countered. Then, she took a deep breath, forcing her protesting body to action. "But in for a penny, in for a pound. We set this up, right? We knew it would come to this. Let's just enjoy it like you said."

Lisa smirked a little at that, though her nerves still showed in her face, then she nodded.

"Right." She took a breath of her own and turned to the camera. "Well, I guess you're going to get what you wanted! Here we go..."

Together, the two sisters reached for their tops. Both were loose fitting, something they had just thrown on casually. Diana felt her hand dig into the fabric of the top, her fingers brushing it aside as they closed. They touched her shoulder gently, making her shudder as she drew the shirt over her head. The cold air skated across her skin, making her pause for the smallest moment.

_What am I doing here? I'm about to strip down in front of hundreds of people. Only a few people have ever seen me naked like this before. Am I really about to just bare myself like this? _The idea sent jolts of lightning running up her spine, she could feel herself breathing in short, shallow gasps, and took a moment to **** her lungs to work properly. She knew her face was red, but then and there, she didn't care. Her eyes were focused on the cameras, the little blinking machines watching her every move. Reporting back to hundreds of people. People who would see her naked. People who would see her squirm and beg, and debase herself for them.

All because she had ****... all because it was the law... in this world, twins were expected to do this, they could be punished for not doing it. Here, she and Lisa would be **** to live out the fantasies of others, again and again, no matter what they thought in the matter. It was a horrible fate that all here felt was natural, it was the sort of thing that nightmares were made of, and yet, some part of her loved it. Some deep, dark part of her felt such joy in finally being able to live this fantasy out.

She took another deep breath, gathering the air in her lungs and slowly forcing it through her body, calming her nerves, and then slowly, oh so slowly, raised her shirt up, feeling the chill touch of the cold as the air of the room played across her smooth skin, gliding up her abdomen as she tugged the shirt off her head, and let it fall to the ground. She was now standing in her jeans and bra. Her hands shook a little as she moved to unclip the latter. She could feel her aroused nipples struggling against the inside of the fabric. For a moment, she wondered if they would realise just how much this was turning her on, would they see her breasts and know? A lot of guys didn't always know to look for the breasts, but in an audience that big, there would be some girls too...

Well, it didn't matter. Whether they realised or not, whether they called her on it or not, it was out of her hands now. In this world, in this time, she didn't have the right to refuse.

Diana suppressed a groan, her insides churning with desire as the thought passed through her. She realised that she was getting wet from this, but that too did not matter. With another breath, she unclipped the bra, and let it fall to the ground at her feet.

There. She stood for a moment, taking in the scene. Here she was, naked from the waist up, Lisa at her side had already done away with her blouse and bra, and Diana could not help but compare them, just for a moment. Lisa was the more athletic of the two, her form slightly more muscular and lithe. As fitted such an energetic personality, she was someone who liked to move about, and had played sports in the past, giving her figure a trim shape that Diana could not match. Her eyes were wide as she dropped her black bra to the floor, a slight hint of colour flicked in her cheek. Diana's eyes moved slowly to her sister's breasts, curiosity driving her more than anything else. As was true of many athletic women, they were smaller than they might otherwise be, though more perky for that as well.

Diana's breasts were slightly bigger than her sisters, but not by too much. Diana was equally thin, like Lisa, but she had less of a muscular edge to it. Her limbs were softer, not toned by exercise and sport. Usually, she spent time reading, or doing her own thing, and it showed in her body. She was not fat - far from it, she was slender and thin - but she didn't have the muscular edge that someone else might have had.

The two sisters shared a look, and then turned back to the camera.

"Well..." Lisa said. "That's us stripped naked from the waist up... I suppose we're just getting to the good parts, eh? What else do you have for us?"