"You have until the count of five to give me both the bra and the panties..." he growls, leaving the threat hanging.
She can only stare up at him, tears starting to well up in her eyes as she fights to remain in control...to save her dignity.
"One!" he growls
Still she can only stand...rooted to the floor.
"Two!"
The tears in her eyes tumble down her cheeks, leaving a wet trail and still she cannot move.
"Three!"
Finally, she finds her voice, "please don't make me do this" she pleads.
"Four!"
"Please, I'm begging you, please don't make me do this", she again begs.
"Five! Times up, slut!" he growls, reaching to his back pocket and sliding a switch blade out. Snapping it open, he reaches up to her, the blade glinting in the low lights.
"You had your chance to do it willingly and now I am going to take what is rightfully mine, my sweet slut", he whispers against her ear, his breath hot against her.
He moves his hand over her breasts, squeezing the first one, before slicing thru the shoulder strap of the bra and then repeating the motion over the next one. The straps dangling as he slides the blade between her tits, letting the cold metal tease the swell of her breast as he slice thru the middle of the bra...yanking it off her. She gasps as he rips the bra away from her, her tits bouncing free. He whistles low as her tits swing free, unbuttoning her shirt to her waist and pushing the shirt away so she is completely bare to him. Her nipples puckered and rock hard.
She stands completely still, tears streaming down her face with her humiliation. She has never felt so.....naked.
"You can remove your panties now or I will take them...the choice is yours, my slut" he whispers.
Still she makes no move...standing completely still. He reaches up, fondling her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples, watching her eyes intently. He can see the war raging in her eyes, knowing she is mentally fighting her body not to respond to him.
"What's it going to be, slut?" he questions, his voice low.
Still she doesn't move...her eyes are locked with his, the tears still falling, making tiny rivers down her cheeks. He can see that she is tormented, but he continues his assault on her.
He nods his head, his left hand pinching her nipple sharply before releasing it and sliding down to the hem of her skirt...yanking it up as his right hand follows suit. Sliding the blade beneath the thin elastic, he cuts it easily and then cuts the other side. He continues to watch her as he pockets the knife and then snatches the panties from her. Hearing a soft gasp as he rips them from her hips.
"My, my, my...what do we have here?" he chuckles as he holds up the panties...the panties are soaked with her juices.
Hearing his chuckle snaps her out of her trance, a low feral scream rips from her throat as she flies at him, her tiny fists pummeling his chest. He catches her hands, wrenching them behind her back and holding them in one of her large hands, easily subduing her.
"Ahhh, my sweet little slut has some fire in her I see" he chuckles...enjoying as she struggles against him.
"Let me go, you fucking bastard!" she screams at him, squirming and wriggling, trying to get loose.
He catches one of her nipples, pinching and twisting it cruelly until she cries out in pain, her movements stopping. He eases up the pressure as she quiets her struggles. And then slowly increases the pressure as he pinches and twists until he feels her back arch, her body betraying her.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she quietly sobs.
"Because I can" he responds.
Slowly he eases up the pressure as he pinches and pulls her nipples, feeling her body respond to him, watching her eyes submit.
"How old are you, my sweet slut?" he inquires.
"Old enough" she spits out at him.
Again he pinches and twists her nipple cruelly until she cries out and answers his question. "I'm 21" she spits at him.
