Has his own fun

As the man moved closer to her, Velma backed up as far as she could. Is ended up not being far. The desk was right behind her and she found herself pinned. The man raised a hand and ran it up and down her arm. She trembled at his touch.

"Just calm down now," he said, "and we can both have some fun." He then reached forward and slid her glasses off.

"Wait," she started to say but was quickly shooshed by him.

"Those will just get in the way," he says before grinning wickedly at her. He then moves both his hands to the hem of her shirt. She starts to tremble as he begins to lift up. She tries to lock her elbows to stop him, before he suddenly yanks hard on the fabric, pulling her towards him.

"I can take it off, or I can rip it off. It's your choice." Velma takes a deep breath before unlocking her elbows and raising her arms. She closes her eyes tightly as she feels her shirt being pulled over her head. He unceremoniously drops it on the floor next to the desk.

"Very nice," he says, "You were hiding quite the pair under that big shirt." Velma knew he wasn't wrong. Although she was proud of her figure, she didn't wear the types of revealing clothes that Daphne did. It just wasn't her style. Though now she was wishing her figure wasn't so nice as the man was ogling her double d's encased in a black lace bra.

"Damn you're sexy," the man said, his own breathing starting to speed up. "Something about how nerdy girls are always hotter than you think. That's why I brought you in here. I knew you'd be full of surprises." Velma felt a blush spread across her whole body.

"Didn't mean to embarrass you," the man said as he once again ran one hand up her arm, only this time his other hand traced along her bare stomach. She broke out in Goose flesh at his touch, and he felt her stomach muscles tighten. She felt his other hand move from her arm and begin to run down her side.

"I do love me a full-figured woman," he said quietly. Even in her panicked state, Velma can tell this was a compliment. She always felt that she had a nice full figure that gave her curves in all the right places. But she had always assumed that guys would be more interested in women that had figures like Daphne. It was another one of the reasons she didn't wear revealing clothing. His fingers brushing against her bra refocused her concentration.

"Go ahead and pop that off for me," he said.

She locked eyes with him. "Please," she said, "I can't."

Upon hearing this, he placed both his down on the desk to either side of her and leaned in close. He was now barely an inch from her face. "Don't start mistaking anything I say as a request," he said menacingly. "As I said, your clothes can be taken off, or they can be ripped off." He then nodded his head back toward the door where the sound of struggling had stopped and had been replaced with laughter and quiet moaning. "And I can always bring a few of the boys in here to help motivate you. Do you want that?" He asked in a way that wasn't really meant to be answered.

She looked away from him, shook her head, moved her arms behind her back. Due to her nerves, it took her a few extra seconds, but she managed to undo the clasp of the bra. The man smiled again before taking the two shoulder straps and sliding them off, letting the bra fall to the floor.

"Very nice," he said again as her full naked tits came into view. Along with being big, they were round, pale, and supported light brown nipples that were a little bigger than usual. She gasped as she felt him running a hand over one of them and gently squeezing. The gasp turned into a moan as he suddenly pinched the nipple. She felt that familiar fluttery feeling in her stomach and had to steady herself on the table as her knees got weak. The man noticed her reaction.

"Oh, you like that huh?" he chuckled before doing the same thing to the other nipple.

"No," Velma managed to breathe out unconvincingly.

"Sure," the man said before releasing her nipples and stepping back. "Well since we're getting to know each other better," he said before unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. Velma's eyes widened as a large, thick cock spraying into view.

The man noticed her reaction and laughed. "You're not the only one with nice assets," he said as he stepped out of his pants. "I have an idea," he said cheerfully. "Why don't you go down there and get better acquainted with him."

Velma knew what the man wanted and shook her head again.

"Remember what I said about none of these being request," he said, his voice once again taking on that dangerous edge.

The rational part of her mind told her she should just go along with this. She needed to try to keep her and Daphne out of harm's way until Shaggy could bring help. But the mystery solver in her was wondering if she could maybe talk her way out of this. She realistically knew that wasn't the rational route, but rationality had already left the situation.