The young blonde’s terrified, wide eyes followed the movements of the dreadful knife wielded by the man sitting on her legs, his knees on either side of bare midriff. She tried mightily to extract her bound arms from beneath her back to protect herself, but it was useless: unhindered, the point of the knife carefully circled around her tummy and poked at her navel. The lethally sharp point pricked her skin with each upward swell of her panicked breathing. Crying, she pulled her tear-filled eyes away from the knife and looked upward into the eyes of her assailant. Unable to speak, she could only shake her head back and forth in a silent plea for him not to use the knife on her. As she did so, strands of her long, blonde hair came loose from the cloth cinch around her head that kept her gag in place.
It was the man who broke the eye contact. He needed to see what he was doing when he nosed the blade of his knife under the bottom of the young woman’s blouse. The knife paused there, and there was silence in the room for a moment as the young woman’s sobbing momentarily ceased—it was as if she were too afraid to cry. It became so quiet, in fact, that they both heard the popping sound made as the knife gently severed the bottom button of the woman’s blouse. She gasped audibly into her gag at this, and her wild eyes grew ever larger. Then, in a movement so sudden and violent that it shocked the young woman to her soul, the knife swung upward, ripping apart the remaining buttons of her blouse, sending them flying, and laying open the flimsy garment as if it were tissue paper. A delicate, white bra beneath was exposed. Yet another squirt of urine added to the wetness of the young woman’s pants.
Her eyes pleaded for mercy as she shook her head and mumbled into the rag stuffed in her mouth. What she saw in the eyes of her attacker, however, made her gulp in despair. They were the eyes of a starving tiger, and the way in which he was looking at her made her feel like a prey lying wounded and helpless before him. Her attacker was, in fact, literally licking his chops, not quite able to believe his good fortune with regard to the quality of the prey he had just bagged. This young woman was Sports Illustrated swimsuit material. Her skimpy white bra could have been a bikini top, although not too many SI swimsuit models had gags stuck in their mouths and terrorized expressions on their beautiful faces.
As the young lady lay trembling in fear on her back, her chest rising and falling with frantic breathing, her attacker carefully inched his knife between her skin and the thin strap connecting the two cups of her bra. She stared bug eyed at the lethal blade for a moment as it paused, its steel finish gleaming between her breasts. She then looked quickly back up at the face of her assailant. He was smiling at her, but it was the most fearsome smile she had ever seen. Her chest continued to rise and fall in terror, her frightened breathing now quite audible in the otherwise quiet of the room. As the eyes of prey and predator locked, time seemed to have stopped for the prey. Until, in a heartbeat, the knife flashed again, this time slashing through the thin center strap of her flimsy bra, splitting it apart. The woman squealed in fear as her firm, full breasts spilled forth, twin buoys with nipples on top, bobbing on a chest heaving with the tortured breathing of a captured prey.
The beautiful young woman was finding her entire situation beyond belief. Only an hour ago she had been having a ton of fun at a bachelorette party with a dozen other young ladies, laughing with them in the after-hours bar as they recalled the male stripper who had performed for them earlier in the evening. Now, here she was being stripped herself by an evil attacker who was staring avidly at the breasts that he had just bared.
Her assailant now laid the knife between those breasts and scooted his body down to where he now sat on her knees. With patient fingers, he began to fumble with the top button of her urine soaked denim jeans. Thoroughly comprehending by now the full extent of her attacker’s intentions, the young woman found renewed courage. She was not going to be raped so easily. Pulling one leg up sharply, she was able to extricate it beneath her attacker’s weight and quickly kick him in the chest as violently as she could. In doing so, the knife slide from her chest and fell to the mattress beside her. In answer to her renewed struggle, the man again slapped both sides of her face, more viciously this time, stunning her, stopping her crying in mid sob. He grasped her firmly by the chin and regarded her for a long moment, then slapped her hard two more times until her body went lifeless beneath him and her head fell to the side. Her cheeks were a bright, crimson red, and blood trickled from both nostrils and pooled at both corners of her mouth, turning the white gag in her mouth a dull pink.
Her attacker retrieved his knife. With his left hand he squeezed one of her breasts, making the nipple rise upward. His right hand brought the knife blade to where it touched the nipple. For the first time, he spoke. “You fight me, sweetie, and I’ll carve my initials in your tits! Do you fucking understand me?”
The young blonde starred upward at her attacker in absolute fear. She gave no sign of compliance to his threat, or even an acknowledgement that she understood it. The slaps had definitely stunned her. Whether she understood or not, she offered no resistance when her attacker proceeded in undoing the top button of her jeans and lowering the zipper. He paused to remove the one, medium heeled shoe that had remained on her foot, and then began tugging the jeans downward. The body-hugging fit of the pants made them difficult to pull off her curvaceous ass and hips, but the man, swearing softly under his breathe, eventually managed. Their tightness caused her urine soaked panties to pull part way down as the pants came down her long, sleek legs and off her feet. The final tug of the jeans had been with an upward motion which had lifted the young woman’s feet slightly into the air. When the jeans at last came fully off, her feet plopped back lifelessly back to the mattress, her legs parted slightly. Her panties had pulled down enough that blonde pubic hair would have shown had the young woman not so closely shaved there.
Her pants were then tossed to the other side of the room, and her attacker turned to drink in the sight of the young woman’s body, now nude save for the tattered blouse and bra that draped her shoulders and the tiny, urine soaked thong panties that lay askew across her pubic region. He studied her intently as she writhed ever so slightly on the bed, arms pinned beneath her back, head rolling lazily from side to side on the mattress as she moaned softly into the rag that he had stuffed into her mouth. His eyes lingered on her naked breasts, and the nipples that sat atop them. He considered her breasts to be perfect. They were firm enough to nicely defy gravity as she laid on her back, and they were natural. No silicone for this blonde.
The man’s eyes then traveled to the woman’s narrow waist, which gave obvious evidence of many hours in a gym somewhere. Then there were the tantalizing swells of her hips, around the widest part of which stretched the side straps of her partially pulled down thong panties. The penis inside the man’s pants hardened even further as he contemplated the thought of ripping those panties off her. But first, he continued his visual inventory of her body, his eyes moving down long, silky smooth legs that were tanned and well-toned, probably from hours of tennis every week. She looked country club rich. He had first noticed the expensive looking wedding ring on her finger when she pressed the button in the elevator, and saw it again closer up as he was handcuffing her. So…he was going to be having some rich bastard’s wife! Fantastic! He found the thought of this to be almost as great a turn-on as the spectacular body itself.
He had first spotted this honey at the bachelorette party earlier that evening. She had been the hottest of the seven or eight attractive young women in attendance, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her as he watched from a dark corner of the club, sipping his brandy, patiently biding his time. He was a good looking man, well built, and had always had more than his share of consensual ass. It fact, he had fucked so many women the “conventional” way that he had come to find it rather boring. For a long time he had harbored the fantasy of raping a strange woman, but had never acted upon it—until this evening. He had always thought that if he did act upon his fantasy, it could be the perfect crime. In his entire life he had never had more than a parking ticket. His record was spotlessly clean. So, if he roughs a woman up a bit, and she cries rape to the cops, it would be a case of “he said/she said”, and, hey officer, she told me she liked it rough! Hauled before a judge? We had a safe word, your honor, and she never used it.
The man ordered another brandy as he watched the bachelorette party and the one young lady in particular and decided that the time had come. If at all possible, he was going to have the cute blonde in the white top and tight fitting, coral colored jeans! He was certainly prepared. A rape kit in a black bag was in the trunk of his car: handcuffs, duct tape, gags, rope, and knife. And K-Y Jelly. As he took a swig of his second brandy, he popped a Viagra pill. He was a model Boy Scout: always prepared.
When the bachelorette party eventually broke up, he followed the women from a distance as they walked out of the club. The one he was interested in stopped to chat with one of the other women on the sidewalk outside. It was a warm night requiring no jackets, and the sight of his target’s bare midriff was as intriguing to him as the sight of a mouse is to a house cat. He could overhear them talking. The other woman was offering his target a ride. Well, maybe his evening would involve the other woman, as well? But then his target was shaking her head, and soon the other woman turned and departed and his target stepped alone into taxi that pulled up.
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