I threw the girl in her underwear into the basement, Alicia locking the door behind me.
I sneered at her slender white legs, her firm thighs and her thin waist.
Oh how I had fantasized about this.
The girl trembled, hugging her body and looking at me. "Let me go!" she pleaded. "This is crazy. What do you think you're doing?!"
"You are a girl." I smirked. "Should have been more careful with your safety, shouldn't you?"
She ran at me, her eyes wild.
I grabbed her waist, twisting her body and throwing her into the wall.
She crashed and slid down the wall, whimpering as she looked up at me and Alicia. "You... you... are a monster!"
I approached her slowly.
She cowered, her legs trembling as she tried to get to her feet.
"Help! Help! Anyone?!"
"No one can hear you here." I grinned, feeding on the girl's fear. "You can yell all you want."
She struggled to get up, crawling towards the door.
I watched as she cried out and hit the door with her fists. "Help me, please! Let me go!"
"Alicia, tie her up." I ordered.
"In...in what posture, sir?"
"To the gyno exam chair." I smirked. "Legs spread, arms raised."
"Yes, sir." Alicia obeyed, the girl watching as Alicia pushed out a gyno exam chair and walked towards her.
The girl was tense, and Alicia grabbed at her wrists, attempting to subdue her.
But she was too weak, the girl fighting against Alicia and pushing her away.
Alicia fell to the ground, the girl rushing past her and towards the door.
She hammered on the door desperately as I smirked and grabbed her hair, twisting it and forcing her to look at me.
She turned, her eyes wide with fear. "Let me go! I won't tell anyone anything. Please let me go."
I smirked. "I don't think so. You were brave to fight back, weren't you?"
She struggled, her eyes darting between me and Alicia, who had gotten up and was approaching her.
Alicia had the girl's hands pinned behind her back, the girl struggling.
"Please." she pleaded. "This is a mistake. I don't have anything."
I smirked, pushing her onto the chair.
Alicia held her hands above her head, and I smiled as the girl thrashed wildly.
She struggled and tried to kick, her face flushing red. "I won't let you!" she cried, looking at me. "Let me go!"
I grabbed her knees, forcing them apart.
Her body twisted and she kicked, but it was no use. Soon she was bound to the gyno exam chair, her thighs spread, her arms raised and bound by the wrists.
Her chest heaved as she panted, looking up at me. "What are you doing?!"
"Taking a good look at your body." I smirked, running my fingers down her stomach.
She cried out, thrashing against the bindings.
"White underwear." I observed. "Lace, even. What a sight. Pity they'll have to go."
She whimpered, shaking her head. "Please... don't."
I laughed as I handed Alicia a pair of scissors. "Her bra."
Alicia cut at her bra, the white material falling apart.
The girl shook her head as Alicia sliced off her bra, leaving her breasts exposed.
Her nipples were small, a blush spreading across her chest as I grabbed her breasts.
"Stop!" she cried, twisting her body to avoid my touch.
"Not going to happen." I smiled, "Now, tell me, girl, what is your name?"
She whimpered, struggling against the chair. "L-Lise."
"Lise, is it?" I smirked, squeezing her breasts.
She cried out, twisting and turning. "P-please. No, not there."
I leaned in, nibbling on her neck. "Don't be shy, Lise. Alicia, turn on the camera."
Alicia nodded, the camera on her shoulder clicking on.
"No..." she sobbed, her body tensing.
"Lise, relax." I smirked, reaching into her panties.
She cried out, her body twisting, but I tore away her panties.
"No!" she whimpered. "P-please."
I smirked. "Be quiet, Lise."
She shook her head, her eyes wide. "W-what are you doing? No! N-not there."
I stroked her slit, her body tensing and her eyes darting to the camera. "W-wait. I don't want this. Let me go!"
I ignored her, pushing two fingers into her pussy.
She cried out, shaking her head.
I thrust my fingers, watching as Lise arched her back and panted.
"You are wet." I smirked. "This feels good, doesn't it?"
"No! Let me go. Please, let me go!" she sobbed. "You're hurting me."
"Shush." I smirked. "Your body is telling me a different story."
"Let me go." she sobbed.
"No." I looked at her, stroking her slit. "I am keeping you for myself."
"No! Let me go!"
I grabbed her hair and forced her to look at me.
"You will be my sex slave." I smiled.
"Please, let me go. Don't rape me, please. Please!" she pleaded. "I don't want this."
"You're lying." I smiled, stroking her pussy. "Look, you're enjoying this."
I increased the intensity of my thrusts, my fingers clawing at her sensitive vagina.
"N-no!" she whimpered. "Stop that, it's dirty. No!"
Her body tensed, her head turning and her mouth opening.
"No!" she screamed, her body convulsing, orgasming unwillingly in front of the camera.
I smirked, holding up my fingers glistening with her juices. "What a sight."
Lise panted, her face flushed, her hair clinging to her sweaty forehead.
I laughed. "You cummed. Did you enjoy that, Lise?"
She did not reply, her body trembling from the forced orgasm, her thighs spread wide.
I stroked her face with my rough hands. Her skin was soft to the touch. "I can make you cum as many times as I want." I whispered. "Weird, isn't it? For your body to be controlled by someone rather than yourself?"
Lise shook her head, her eyes wide with fear.
"Do you know why?" I smirked. "Why you can't stop yourself from orgasming?"
She closed her eyes, sobbing.
"It's because you are a girl." I smirked. "Your body was born and designed to be weak, to be controlled by males."
She did not reply, her breathing fast and shallow.
I smirked. "You know I'm right."
I ran my hand down her thigh. "You can't deny the truth. You know, deep down, you are a slut, just as all girls are."
I started stroking her slit again, proving my point.
She panted, shaking her head. "I...I'm not..."
"No?" I laughed. "Then why are you wet?" I removed my fingers and smeared some of her juices on her lips.
"No, no, no..." she sobbed, trying to twist her body.