You're dressed to accentuate your charms, no bra and your nipples are hard from the cold, they are clearly visible through your dress. As you approach the store he is standing in the doorway, watching you. You walk up to him and begin a conversation, letting your coat to fall open allowing him to see your nipples making enticing little mounds on the front of your blouse.
After a few minutes of conversation he comments "It's too cold out here, why don't we go inside and have something to warm us up?"
Throwing caution to the wind you agree and he opens the door and follows you inside; quietly shutting and locking the door After turning the sign to indicate the store is closed he leads you behind the counter.
"The coffee is in the back room or maybe you'd like something stronger? Let me take you coat." Like a gentleman he helps you take it off and drapes it over a chair.
Turning, you thank him, knowing he can see your breasts and the nipples through your blouse. "I'll tease him a bit then leave" you think as you walk into the back room, "This will be fun."
Suddenly, his hand is over your mouth and your head is held firmly against his chest. "Don't make a sound, bitch and you won't get hurt as much. I was watching you last Monday and thought what nice piece of ass you are. Now I'm going to find out for myself."
Fear grips you. You had been sure you could control the situation and you would just tease him but now you can see that you were wrong. His words echo in your mind; he wouldn't hurt you as much." This is definitely not going as you planned.
He takes his hand off your mouth and turns you around. You stand there shaking with fear.
"Now let's get a good look at you've got for me me." He grabs your blouse and rips it open, "Damn, woman. Look at those nipples! " He quickly removes the remainder of your clothes leaving you naked and quivering.
You are terrified beyond belief but your body betrays you; your nipples are hard and your cunt is dripping. Frightened as you are you are also getting excited.
Roughly he pushes you face down on to a table and grabs a piece of rope that is much too conveniently close. "He must have done this before", you think "What's he going to do? If it's just a fuck then this might not be so bad." The words "hurt as much" echo in your head and you don't really believe that's all he wants.