Diona leaves disturbed and horrified. She becomes but a shell of her former self and even lashes out at her friend, Naevia. Eventually she escapes but...is recaptured and condemned to die in the arena. Batiatus has a chance to give her a pardon but decided that to do so would look weak and so she is dispatched with a sword to the neck. I could not help but wonder whether Diona, had she been more of a slut, might have survived. But it was her innocence that made her a flower, not to be picked, but. She found herself pushing back on the seat and pressing her vaginal lips into the form-fitting curves of the cushion."Ooooh god!" she had to talk to Bob before she went crazy. Grabbing her purse, she leapt out of the car and walked up the pebbled path that curved around to a side entrance of the building. Bob's name was not on the paneled list of occupants, but he had said he was on the fourth floor. She looked around the interior: potted plants, a nondescript seascape painting hanging. Stockings came in next. We had to put them on each other because it wasdifficult to bend in our tightly-laced corsets, and because we soimmensely enjoyed the process of dressing each other up, attaching themto the garters hanging down from the corsets, sheathing our girly legs insheer hosiery, mine virgin white and Alice's slutty black.There were no panties or bras.We donned our short, slutty, but still somehow modest business dresses,and, zipping each other up, found familiar locks at the high. "Are you a virgin?" Amy blushed and looked away. "Are you?" He asked again moving his hands slowly back up her thighs."Yes." Amy answered, refusing to look at the man who was simultaneously exciting and tormenting her."Yes," Lord Phelps continued running his hands up her smooth back, then around to cup her breasts once again, "Miss Parker has always been quite good at finding desperate young virgins for me." Amy's body stiffened when she heard herself referred to as a 'desperate young virgin',.