Encounter in the garage

You gather your things and leave the office.

“I'm going to the courtroom, Tara.”

You say as you walk past her.

“Yes, Ma'am.”

You walk to your car without rush – you have enough time to get at the place. You finally reach your car and open it with the keys. At the moment when you reach to open the door, you feel something digging into your back – and by the feeling of its shape, you immediately recognize it as gun's barrel.

You slowly raised the hand with your bag.

“All of my money are in the bag.” You say calmly, even though your heart races and your pussy distractingly pulses.

“We are not after the money, Mrs Saunders.”

At the man's voice, your heart stops. It wasn't simple mugging, they were after you specifically! You swallow, as your body gets hot, blood pulses in your ears and – that damn snatch of yours cannot stop throbbing with excitement! In shock, you almost fail to notice as the man takes a bag from your hand. Coming to a decision, you quickly try to take a different course of action.

You reach with your not raised hand, to your shirt and start unbuttoning it. After unbuttoning the first button, you turn slowly to face the man- no, the men.

“Maybe I can convince you-?” You stop as the gun with a silencer is pushed right under your chin, forcing you to bend your head backwards.

“Hands.” The man with an ugly scar on his face says. And the fact that the men didn't wear the masks didn't bode well.

Obediently you raise both of your hands. A moment later the other man stands behind you, grabs your hand and pulls it behind your back. You feel your pussy heat up when a cold metal ring closes around your wrist. You ignore the feeling of joy of being at the mercy of bandits, as the man cuffs your other hand. You notice that the gun lowers slightly, allowing you to look straight at the man holding you at the gun-point. You lick your lips seductively while pushing your chest slightly forward, in a hope, that you will convince the men to let you go. Thoroughly fucked, but free.

The man lowers his gun.

“Are you offering?” He asks with a rough voice and a blank face. The man has a really good poker-face.

“Indeed,” you answer seductively and shiver at the thought of what the men would do with you. You quickly squash that feeling.

The man steps closer to you and starts slowly unbuttoning your shirt, until he reaches business jacket's buttons, right below your tits. You moan lightly as his rough hands take out your bra-clad breasts out of constrictions of shirt and jacket.

You manage not to twitch as he suddenly took out a knife. Slowly he presented the blade to your eyes, then lowered it. You gasped at the feeling of cold steel on the skin of your breast - in a moment you feel your nipples harden even more due to ministrations so close to them. The blade trailed for some time before suddenly cut the strap of your bra. Then the blade trailed on your other breasts, for a moment, before cutting the second strap. Then the man put the blade between your breasts and cut the bra, again.

Then he yanked the remnants of your bra and dropped it on the ground.

“Well, well,” he said as he grasped your tits and started playing with them – he wasn't even rough, just... indifferent, as if he was weighing a meat on the market. And that scared you. “Wouldn't have thought that Mrs lawyer had such nice jewellery...” you winced as the man shoot with his fingers one of your nipple-rings “on her nipples.”

You swallow again, as your legs became suddenly weak. They knew that you are a lawyer. There was no doubt – you were the target. The man looked behind you for a moment, then concentrated on you again.

“So, you are... inviting us, to fuck you, yes?” The man asked in his hoarse voice.

You swallow and nod.

“Ye-!” The moment you spoke, the man behind your **** a gag into your mouth and tied it behind your head.

“Yhm!” You try to protest but groan with pain as the man who still holds your tits, squeezed them, quite hard at that.

You turned to him, breathing heavily. You are terrified, but your body betrayed you – it is hot with need and lust. Fortunately, you have enough control not to show it – except for the erect nipples between the man's fingers. When the man was sure that he had your attention, he smiled nastily.

“We will be sure to, oblige your offer. But...”

“Yhm!” You groaned and gritted your teeth as he started squeezing your tits again.

“Business first.”

“YYhm!” You groan louder as your tits are squeezed again, but refuse to scream and give the man the satisfaction. Only look straight into his eyes with defiance.

“Pleasure later.”

Then everything goes dark when a black hood falls on your head.