Unfortunately for you, they are not

Cassius greedily takes in the scene before him. He notices when you start settling into the modeling, loosening some of the tension in your body, signaling to him that you're ready for more. This isn't the first time he's had someone like you in this position -- not by a long shot. But you're yet to learn just how observant he is, and more importantly what he's going to do to you based on that skill.

Regardless of how many have come before you, right now you're the one captivating his attention. Standing there in only your panties, arms hanging down awkwardly, trying and failing to maintain a dignified appearance. His eyes trace up from your bare legs up to your panties and then your soft breasts: fully exposed, pink nipples ready to be played with. He can barely wait to get more out of you.

You’ve calmed somewhat. Of course that can’t last.

“One last garment and then we can get to the good stuff,” he says.

"Please, just leave me a bit of modesty," you beg.

"No, no. You know the answer to that. Own up to your punishment now, or we'll do it for you."

You’ve been taken advantage of. They were always going to get you fully nude, all the in-between steps a farce. It's stupid that some part of you believed them at all, even though the logical side of you knew better the whole time.

You dart forward in a fury, storming over beside Cassius.
“You have no idea what it’s like. I should hang you from the fucking--”

“ONE more word and your ass is pink. You knew the rules. You knew what we were capable of. Take your panties off, right now.”

You glare at him for a long time.

Cecilia is actually the first to move, rapidly standing in front of you. You’re hit by a now-familiar tingling feeling as you lose control of your muscles.
"It's okay, dear. You should've listened to him, but I promise it'll be over in a minute."

You can't do anything but look down in horror as she grabs the waistband of your panties and starts pulling them down and over your ass. Frozen as you are, you can’t do so much as squirm. The fabric of your panties folds over itself and then releases from the swell of your hips as you are fully stripped. And, in horror you realize that Cecilia has a perverted, gleeful grin on her face as she removes your last vestige of modesty.

{if@ vulva = true
}First your pubes, then your vulva is exposed to the couple. She leaves your panties hanging by your thighs before going back to the camera. You feel your body come back under your own control, but you know it’s too late to regain your modesty, so you silently stand there, looking ashamedly to the side, your anger fully broken now.

“That is a gorgeous pussy you have there. Framed by those juicy thighs and just inviting attention. And the camera loves it too, mhhm!” the male devil says.

Him complimenting your pussy is the worst part, almost making you break down completely. You didn’t realize it was possible to feel so entirely objectified. It’s like you’re an animal just waiting to be bred, and it's not even like you could do anything about it because of their powers. He tells you to take the panties all the way off and you obey, mindlessly.{else

}She gently pulls your panties around your dick, mercilessly freeing it to the world while staring at it like a hungry jackal. Feeling your body come back under your own control, you look down, realizing that all the attention has excited you in some way. You aren’t fully erect, but there’s more there than there was before, something that’s painfully obvious now that you’re nude. Helplessness rushes over you. You can't even control your own arousal.

She leaves your panties hanging by your thighs before returning to the camera. You look ashamedly to the side, your anger fully broken now.

“That is a gorgeous dick you have there. Framed by those juicy thighs and just inviting attention. Mmmh. And, oh my, have we seen gotten you a little excited?” the male devil asks.

The teasing is the worst part, almost making you break down. You didn’t realize it was possible to feel so entirely objectified. It’s like you’re a museum piece whose only purpose is to titillate. He tells you to take the panties all the way off and you mindlessly obey.
{endif}

Ceclia says, “Okay, we need just one more thing from you, Mira. We want a very particular picture of you to show off. Nude, obviously, but we want more than that. Can you lock your arms behind your back? As far as you can; elbows together.”

You do so, feeling your figure tighten and your nude breasts point more obscenely at the camera.

“Okay, now get up on your tiptoes. I love how a girl’s legs look when they’re stressed.”

She continues, “Perfect, now look at the camera. A little lower. Chin down too.”
“Anything else, Cassius?”

“Nope, that's just how I imagined."

They fuss about, getting the perfect picture, and then you’re allowed to relax again. They show you the picture, and you can’t suppress your shudder. Like a car crash, you want to look away but you can’t bring yourself to.

You can’t believe the sexy, lewd girl in the picture is yourself. For one thing, you see where their compliments were coming from. What you see in your nude reflection is natural, human sexiness; more boudoir than porn. Even with a wide shot, not focusing on your breasts or your sex, it’s still incredibly charged. But even more, it shows utter submission: if you didn’t know any better, you would say this is just an incredibly slutty girl looking away from the camera demurely, offering herself up for whatever her masters want to do to her body. And, no doubt that would be on the mind of anyone they might share the picture with.

That final thought jolts you.
“You can’t show this to anyone,” you say.

“You saw right where it’s going, on the mantel. What are you going to do to stop us? ” Cassius asks.

“Please, no one else can see me like this. I’ll be a joke!”

“You’ll be fine. Even if somebody recognizes you, it’s not like they’ll have any evidence. This picture is staying with us.”

That's not assuring, but you have to admit the likelihood of you being recognized is pretty low. It just really bothers you that they’re going to display this primally slutty version of you to anyone and everyone. They've perverted your very likeness; maybe even more than that -- part of what you're feeling is excitement. Seeing photo evidence of yourself so submissive and nubile and helpless is affecting you in ways you couldn't have imagined. And that's something you definitely need to keep to yourself, lest it be capitalized on.

“Jesus. Can I at least have my clothes back?”

“Well yes, but don’t dress for our sake. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of you in the coming weeks.”

“You literally could not see more of me,” you mumble.