It was a bad idea and now things were worse. She was hurrying thru the pouring rain on her way home. She had drunk too much coffee at work and needed to make it to the bathroom soon so she decided to take the shortcut through the alley instead of the long way around. With her newspaper over her head to see thru the drops, she had not noticed the tall dark shape that appeared at her shoulder and . . .
Now she was blindfolded and kicking over someone's shoulder. They were much taller then she and carried her effortlessly out of the rain, down some stairs, and into a musty cellar. She barely caught herself on her feet as he swung her down, but he grabbed her failing fists in one hand. She felt the rope twisting round them and then she was lifted, her feet flailing and hung by her bound hands on a hook against a wall. She kicked out wildly but didn't connect with anyone, her captor had vanished.
She tried to raise herself to pull the blindfold off, but her arms were too high above her, she tried to climb the wall. Frustrated and swearing she kicked at it. The hands suddenly pulling at her shirt were large and strong. Clothing ripped and was stripped away from her body as she screamed her anger at him.
Piece by piece, she was stripped and her shirt was torn from her upper body. Her skirt was ripped from the bottom and away from the waist. Her bra was cut first from the front center and the creamy contents tumbled from their confinement, jiggling with her screams and the force of her attack. Another slice from the blade from the back and the lace bra fell in a tangle at her feet with the rest of her ragged clothes.
She screamed "STOP IT! STOP!" But the hands continued. She was left naked and blindfolded on her high heeled pumps. She could feel the cold air against her bare breast and her nipples responded to the chill, turning into hard nubs, she turned away from the hands and pressed her belly and breast sightlessly into the wall.
This was a mistake. The cold brick just made her hardening nipples hurt worse. She moaned and pulled away.
THWACK! The belt ripped across her bare ass. She screamed with the blow, arching into the wall. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Back and forth across her ass, her back and, thighs. Each blow flung her belly into the cold brick.
"Please stop!" She cried, sagging against her restraints. The hands spun her around now back to the wall. Her hands still bound high, her knees spread slightly. She presented a beautiful sight. Her wrists bound high to a hook above her head, her brown hair spread out around her head like a wild halo, her face blindfolded with a black scarf above her panting mouth.
Her pink nipples standing out as her double D breasts shook and bobbed with her breathing. Her tapered waist above flaring hips and inviting oval belly, anchored by a small nest of brown fur in which her slit was clearly visible. Shiny, dew-like moisture was visible, signaling her enjoyment at the roughhousing she had endured. Her shapely legs were spread open showing her wet thighs barely holding her up on her high patent leather heels.
Her captor wasn't done with her yet. The belt ripped across her belly and she dropped with a shriek. The next blows were across her pert breasts. She screamed and screamed as blows flew across her pussy and she stood, arching with her legs out spread, the tendons stood out as again and again the belt battered her private spot.
She groaned more in sudden release then from pain. The pain of her beating ripped a massive orgasm from her and a rain of pee flowed from her. If this was to defer her attacker it failed. She soon hung limp. Drained. Panting.
