Griffith's immediate stripping.

"Pearls, strip him."

At the Diamond's foreboding words, his heart stopped, and a pair of attractive, rail-thin women appeared beside Griffith, silently positioning their slender bodies on either side of him. One of them smirked while the other wore a wicked beam, and each matched the unnatural skin tone of her Diamond— Blue and Yellow, respectively.

Despite their lithe statures, Griffith discovered they're strong as grown men as they lay hands on his arms; effortlessly holding him still as they his tear at his provocative clothing. And the Pearls don't simply remove the garments, but reduce them to confetti, shredding away until Griffith is left in nothing besides his state-issued lingerie: Translucent, racy undergarments that hugged all the most inviting spots of the male form, and which left almost nothing to the imagination.

Griffith was never more thankful to wear these debasing skivvies than now, as their gossamer fabric protected him from the humiliations of nudity… if only for a second. Teasing the provocative briefs downward until his cock met the chilling atmosphere, the Pearls removed the blushing man's only cover; his arms released from their powerful grasp, Griffith throws his hands down to obscure the sex dangling between his toned thighs.

His captors did not appreciate this desperate bid for modesty.

"Arms at your sides, you insolent Organic!" Yellow Diamond spat out, "We need to see the weapon." A flick of her graceful gloved wrist commanded the skinny women who bordered Griffith to move.

The Pearls complied with their domineering master, yanking Griffith's hands away from his crotch as he struggled and reddened; soon, his flaccid cock flopped free, emancipated from his grasp and on deeply debasing display to four alien women. There's a moment of mortifying silence during which the sexy gems just stared at their prisoner's exposed penis until…

Blue Diamond raised a hand to her mouth and started laughing; a hollow, condescending giggle that filled Griffith with shame. Wiping a tear from her critical eye, Blue mocked the poor man, still giggling as she gestured towards his bare crotch, "That, is the weapon? It's so much smaller than my little finger. How could something so tiny be a threat?"

Her haughty denigrations paint Griffith's face a deep crimson— he knew he was well-endowed, but the imperious lady's words stung and humiliated him regardless. Especially since the Pearls kept his blushing form exposed for further teasing and examination, the dangling manhood Blue mocked continuing to amuse her.

Yellow Diamond leant out of her monolithic throne, and cast a withering leer at Griffith's well-built, naked body; the mortified man wrestled in the Pearls' ironclad grip as the austere woman's face encroached, accomplishing naught but his penis flopping around for both dictators' amusement. His heart sank as even Yellow Diamond cracked a condescending grin at his privates, and the collective embarrassment of these beautiful women was making him stiffen in more ways than one.

Yellow actually chuckled as Griffith's cock stood to attention, and spoke while barely suppressing a smirk, "Even if that… thing between his legs is tiny, he's only the size of a Pearl. Perhaps the weapon is dangerous on that scale."

"I'd say we conduct an experiment ourselves," Blue said, reaching a hand around her mortified prisoner and smiling. "Let's see if the reports of this weapon's danger are accurate or apocryphal."