The summer sun streamed into the bedroom window as Carol sat propped against numerous pillows on her bed. Her clothes thrown aside; she examined herself with a hand mirror. She loves being nude and especially on wonderful warm summer days like this one. The fingers of her left hand, unfurled the delicate flesh between her spread legs. Wet with moisture, the spicy smell concentrates briefly in the matte of her pubic hair, then drifts upward toward her nose. It is a thick, spicy, sweet fragrance with overtones of vanilla and undertones of blood and lubrication that conjured her more primal desires and fill her with feelings of overwhelming carnality.
Seeing the reflection of her urethra in the mirror, she rubs the swollen flesh with three fingers causing a sudden urge to go. She would have done it right there, just to yield to the delicious feeling but it would only leave a mess to clean latter. Carol has a reoccurring fantasy of forcibly being dragged in front of throngs of shouting people, she is slowly stripped naked by two muscular men, who utterly humiliate her, and she loses control of her body.
Carol's fingers are sticky with the thin, sweet lubrication oozing from her pussy. She gently strokes the thick bulb of flesh at the top of her slit, slowly and softly, despite needing it hard. She knows she can drag this out if she is able to muster the patient. A light breeze blows through the window and cools her sweat, moistened skin. Carol spreads her lips catching the sunlight just right, so she can see into the red depths of the organ now demanding all her attention. Her pussy is a capricious creature sometimes uncooperative and unyielding, at other times a messy, painful interruption in her life and still others needful and demanding, it is a velvet pocket of pleasure. Giving more than it takes; filling her with yearning and need; it drives her to momentary lapses of reason and wantonly bestows the ecstatic pleasure of orgasm.
Leaning her head backward, she again felt the rough, hurtful hands of the two smelly, men grabbing her arms. The left sleeve of her frock ripped with the rough, loutish treatment she is given.
Carol's fingers now raced over here pussy pulling on the skin between her legs, lightly flicking her clitoris. Electric energy pulsed through her body, warmth growing in her thighs and belly. She fights and kicks them to no effect as the men are too strong. They dragged her up the stairs and across the wooden platform set for the occasion, not caring if she fell or had footing. Carol massages herself pressing her flesh with intent. She mashes her clit hard against her pubic bone smearing her juices with a sticky, oozing, smacking sound.
The men stop in the center of the platform with their captive in hand. As one let go the other replaces him holding both arms behind her. His hands are large and strong, fully capable of breaking bone. The other man is smaller than the first but large in his own right, stands in front of her. His eyes hold her gaze while two hands engulfed her large breasts and roughly abused them. A rotten grin spreads over his face, his hands move upward to her neck, caressing and squeezing her throat. Taking hold of the dress fabric, he slowly rips downward tearing it from her body. As the fabric falls away from her body, she is left with a simple cloth wrapping her breasts and waist.
Carol's right hand plunged into her pussy in a fucking motion, pumping in an out, pausing briefly to rub her clit. She feels the warmth in her stomach begin to radiate outward.
The smaller man grabs the cloth keeping her breasts from view and slowly pulls until it finally breaks free. Her grapefruit size boobs danced on her chest to the delight of the crowd who yell out,
