The (Brain)Dance With No Pants

There was a heavy, rough tugging at the waist of her jeans and immediately they tumbled down to Alt's ankles. Not quite bottomless, but not much less embarrassing. She kept shuffling backwards with her jeans by her feet, clasping her hands in front of her crotch in a bid to hide her panties. "Y-you can't be serious!" She was losing her composure, exposed as she had been for the second time in the bowels of Arasaka Tower. "Stay back, asshole! I said—" Baldie ignored her, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her off her feet and right out of her jeans. Alt kicked uselessly at Baldie's legs and body, right up until he placed a firm hand over her panty-clad buttocks and pulled at the back of them, stretching the material out and showing off Alt's naked ass. "LET GO OF ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She screamed, face rapidly reddening. Another harsh pull at her panties was the only answer he gave, before turning and marching her back over to the chair, then depositing her unceremoniously onto it. Her impact knocked the helmet aside, sending it swinging back and forth like a free-hanging lightbulb. Landing on her front, Alt winced at the sensation of her underwear all bunched up at the back, but knew she had no time to fix it; instead, she pushed herself up and off of the chair, scrambling to get away, on her feet and rushing for the door in seconds. Another pull, stronger than all the others, on the rear of her waistband made her stop. Alt looked over her shoulder, greeted by the image of Baldie with his hand gripping her tightly by the waistband, panties spooled out obscenely far, like a character in an old cartoon, the audience pointing and laughing at the screen as her undies stretched and stretched, revealing more and more of her tush. The front of them was flat against her crotch, the gusset running tight over her vulva. I could still run, she thought. All I'd need to do is... she looked down at her panties, shuddering at the image of herself bottomless again, running bare-assed down the halls and corridors of Arasaka Tower. No...anything but that. Anything was better than that...right?

She picked futilely at the crotch of the panties, so white they were almost translucent in places, the dark, neat line of her pubic hair especially visible underneath them. Baldie let go, the band snapping inwards and striking her on the ass. The short, sharp sting **** a gasp out of her, and despite herself, Alt stood in front of the door, bare legs shaking, knees touching together, panties askew and embarrassingly scrunched up at the back. Stupid, she told herself over and over, So fucking stupid! How had she got here? Stripped twice in one night, made to look full-on gonk with her pants round her ankles and her panties steadily migrating down to join them. She wasn't some dumb kid anymore, so why the hell did she feel so much like one?

Alt dropped her shoulders and began walking backwards, fingers splayed protectively over her backside. Get in the chair," Baldie ordered. "Or don't, I can keep doing this all day." He grinned and scrunched the fabric up between his fingers. Makoto was similarly amused, hiding her mouth behind the back of her hand and giggling quietly to herself. Alt only saw her for a split second before she returned to the chair, but she could have sworn she saw a sparkle to her eyes that wasn't there before; it made her uneasy. Alt was shaking with barely-concealed rage, though under the circumstances, she reminded herself, there wasn't a whole lot she could do to blow off all that steam. She went and laid on her front as before, bralette crinkling loudly as she settled into place, face warming in time with the deep blush that was now returning with a vengeance. Sense-Link, she mused. Just what the hell is it, anyway?