Carly walked into the dimly lit bar and looked around. She'd never been there before, and was a little surprised to find herself there tonight. A friend had called her - a guy friend. She'd known him a long time. He was nice, but not really her type. Of course, she knew she was his type, she laughed a little to herself. But she was used to attracting men's attention - and to fending it off, when necessary. She really didn't think the latter would be required in his case.
She found him sitting at a back table. He rose and smiled as she approached. She really hadn't dressed up for the meeting, but the look of approval on his face indicated that she looked just fine as far as he was concerned. She could tell he was making a conscious effort to look at her face, but she could also tell he was checking out the figure. She really didn't mind. She knew she had a good body. The simple white t-shirt she was wearing was a little tight, and she knew it accentuated her breasts. She had put on a little weight in recent months - and really wanted to take off about 10 pounds - but most people scarcely noticed her belly had gotten a little poochy. They're eyes never got down quite that far. Her breasts were a source of distraction for many a man. She was small of stature, only about 5'3", which accentuated her more than ample 34D breasts. They drooped a little more than she would have liked, but nobody other than her seemed to mind.
They both sat and he called over a waitress. She ordered a drink and he asked for another beer as he finished the one he had been holding. She continued to flash her perky smile as they exchanged a few pleasantries, both acknowledging it was good to see the other. They talked about old times, and what they had been up to as they continued to order more drinks. Carly hadn't planned on getting light-headed tonight. She knew she had to be up fairly early the next morning, but after the first several, she knew, like it or not, she was going to have several more. "Oh, what the hell," she thought, "I could use a break."
After about the 5th round he suggested food and she agreed. He mentioned that there was a nice place about a mile down the road that they should try, because the food wasn't particularly good where they were. That seemed fine to her. She could use some fresh air and some nourishment to sober herself up a little. They walked out to his car and he let her in, promising to return her to her car after the meal - and maybe a few more drinks.
As they drove off she knew that she was feeling drunker than usual. She had quite a few, but her tolerance was pretty high, yet now her head was swimming and she could hardly focus her eyes. She couldn't concentrate on what he was talking about as the car continued to drive down the somewhat unfamiliar road. He then turned off to a smaller side street and she tried to ask where they were going, but was unsure if she formed the words properly.
"Don't worry about it, Carly," he said, and she really wasn't.
She leaned against her door and was a afraid she might be sick or pass out. She felt his hand on her shoulder and he pulled her over towards him a little. She didn't resist and rested her head on his shoulder. The way she was now feeling she had very little choice, and it was softer than the window. He put his arm around her and she felt his hand resting on her chest.
"Oh, damn," she thought somewhat humorously, "he's gonna cop a feel."
Those were her last thoughts as she succumbed to the overwhelming tiredness she felt and drifted off into oblivion. He reached a hand in his jacket pocket and looked approvingly at a small bottle of pills. He smiled and nodded as he returned them, his other hand gently rubbing the cotton fabric that was sculpted around her large breast.
She didn't awaken as he turned into a long driveway and drove up to a small house shrouded in the woods. He leaned her against the other door, emerged from the car, then went around the other side to extract her. He carried her in his arms to the door and fumbled for a key to open it. There were no other houses for miles around and he felt there was little chance of him being seen. He realized he would have to return to the bar later and fetch her car, and would have to be careful not to be observed, but he still felt confident his plan was a good one and posed only minor risks. He carried her through the door, down a narrow flight a steps to a small room. He placed her in a large sofa chair near the back side of the room and looked down approvingly. He had taken several minor liberties with her body during their trek, already having touched areas that he had only dreamed about for the past five years. But he would restrain himself for now. There would be a time when he would show no restraint, but that would come later. He wanted her awake and aware when the real fun began.
Carly was still groggy, but slowly becoming more alert. She looked around, more puzzled than afraid. She saw him standing over her, staring down at her.
"What's going on?" she asked, with only a trace of alarm.
"Oh, I figure it's about time I had some fun," he said.
"Fun?"
"Oh, yeah. Some real fun."
He grabbed her right wrist roughly, then her left.
"Ow. That hurts. Let go of me, dammit!", she said.
"Oh, I don't think so." Holding both wrists in one hand he produced a roll of strapping tape with the other and began wrapping it around them tightly.
She tried to kick at him and shove him away, so he sat down on her while he finished bonding her hands. She continued to kick and twist until he slapped her full across the face... not hard enough to do any damage, but enough to make his point. She looked up almost in shock. She couldn't believe he had really hit her. For the first time she realized she might actually be in danger.
She ceased her struggle as he reached down and lifted up her right foot. He slipped the shoe off, then removed the sock. Her feet were small.. almost childlike.
"Very suckable toes", he smiled as he ran his nails along her sole.
She quivered slightly. He then preformed the same act on the other foot. After it was exposed he again held it.
"Ummm... very suckable indeed," he smiled as he lifted it to his mouth and licked his tongue between two of her toes.
She jerked her foot away from him and again tried to kick him away. He slapped her legs roughly, reached toward her chest and grabbed her tit through her t-shirt and bra. He squeezed the nipple tightly with his thumb and forefinger. She grimaced in pain and let out a little scream.
"Stop It! Let me go!" she said through clenched teeth.
He knew her nipples were often very sensitive.. she'd told him several times when they had been out drinking in the past, teasing him with the information he had never thought he would be able to put to use. He didn't release his grip.
"Behave or I'll braid these titties," he said with a smile, finally letting loose of her.
Carly was almost in tears. She clutched her right breast, trying to ease the sharp pain she still felt there.
"Damn you, what the hell is going on. You're my friend, why are you hurting me".
Still smiling he replied, "Oh, I don't really want to hurt you.. well, maybe just a little.... I just thought this would be a good way to get to know you a little better. Do some exploring. I know I'm going to have fun, and after awhile, maybe you'll start to like it to"
"You're nuts," she said, really starting to believe it.
"Yeah, maybe a little" he said, as he leered at her. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes, mentally removing her white t-shirt and the pair of baggy light blue shorts that concealed her. He kept looking at her thighs, and then at her breasts, which where heaving under the shirt.
"You know, I've been wanting to see those tits for a long time. What say we unleash the puppies and take a peak."
Her eyes got wide. He really meant it.
"Keep away from me", she said, but knew there was little she could do to stop him.
"Oh, it'll be fun. I know you like to show 'em off. Its about time I got to see them."
He grabbed her chin in one hand and kissed her quickly on the lips. She turned her head as he released her. He then grabbed the t-shirt collar right below her chin and tugged it down quickly and roughly. The material ripped in two as he tugged. Her neck chafed as the back of the collar rubbed harshly against it. He then grabbed her bound arms and thrust them above her head. She again shrieked a little as the muscles in her shoulders strained. The ragged t-shirt revealed her bra... white with a little lace, straining a bit to hold in her amble bosom. Her belly was also revealed.. she was a little pudgy, but he still liked the look.
"Now for the good part," he said, and he ripped the bra in two as he had done the t-shirt.
