A Revelation

Alma was in a world of pain. Her ass was on fire, and Imogen’s beatings had worn her down to nothing. She feared what Imogen would do to her if this lasted much longer. That belt smarted. She didn’t think it would get this far.

The shadow of Imogen fell over her. The dancer’s powerful legs were on either side of her as she continued her futile attempt at escape.

“Come here.” Imogen forced her onto her back and squatted over her, pinning her to the ground. “Let’s see what you’re wearing.”

“Wha…?”

Imogen grabbed the front of her green military-style pants and started to tug at the button. In a flash, Alma grabbed Imogen’s fingers and lifted her knees to try to cover up. The seconds ticked away as Imogen and Alma gritted their teeth and fought over the pants.

Imogen was winning the war. Her position gave her a natural advantage. She was pinned to the ground and couldn’t turn over to hide the button. The pants were tight, but they weren’t tight enough.

“Come on, what are they painted on you?” Imogen was breathing heavily. “Give me those pants.”

Alma fought for her life, and her reputation. Still too much time on the clock, but she was defending the button well. Imogen reached out and delivered a harsh slap across her cheek. The blow took Alma completely by surprise. The millisecond of surprise was enough for Imogen to undo the button finally. Before Alma knew it, the zip had also come down.

“Please, don’t do this to me,” Alma begged. “Let me go.”

“Not a chance.”

Alma got her second wind and thrashed violently. She surged upward and managed to take Imogen off balance. The dancer lost her footing and landed on her behind. It was Alma’s chance to get away. She scrambled, hoping that the buzzer would sound and she could rebutton, according to the rules.

Imogen lunged and caught her by the ankles. Alma shrieked again. This time she felt Imogen tugging on the bottoms of her pants. The high-waisted pants began to descend toward her waist.

“No, no, stop.”

Imogen wasted no time in climbing back to her feet without releasing her grip on the fabric. Alma found herself on her back again. She held onto the tops of her pants for dear life. After a few seconds of struggling, she found herself gazing at her belly button and the top of her underwear.

Alma felt her pride, her reputation slipping away. One final pull and her fingers lost their grip. She groaned as the pants came flying down to her knees, revealing her skinny marble thighs. Alma kicked in desperation, but it did nothing except make the job easier for Imogen to finish depantsing her.

Imogen smiled. “Oh, really? Nice undies, Alma.”

Alma felt her cheeks burning as her undies were on full display to Imogen and everyone watching on the cameras.