Leashed

Roxanne lay on the ground clutching herself. Skyler’s well-placed elbow had hit her in the worst place possible. As any woman knows, a shot like that would subdue them for more than a few minutes.

Skyler decided that she had that time now. And, so, she took the time to crank the vice and remove her tie. She shed the remainder of her blazer, and a hot flash coursed through her mind. That had cost her so much money, and now it was ruined.

An idea sprung to her mind that could enable her to escape showing any skin and ensure that Roxanne would eventually show everything.

“I already know about that website of yours. Someone showed it to me before I came here, so I knew what you were going to do.”

“Uhhhh…” It was all Roxanne could manage as she coughed.

“But you picked the wrong girl this time, and you’ve gone too far. Now, I’m going to give you a taste of your own medicine and see how you like it. I’m going to kick your ass, strip you down, and humiliate you. When I’m done, it’ll be you on the Internet guys will be jerking off to.”

Skyler took the tie and wrapped it around Roxanne’s neck to no resistance. She tightened it into a noose and checked that it was good and ready.

“And call me “business bitch” again, and I’m really going to make you pay.”

Skyler jerked the tie to lightly strangle Roxanne. Perfect. With the other end of the tie wrapped around her fist, she **** Roxanne to her knees. If the punk princess wanted to breathe, she’d have **** but to cooperate.

“Come on. We’re going back into the house.”

“Let… go of me.” Roxanne clawed at the tie around her neck. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Skyler wrenched on the tie again, forcing Roxanne to crawl across the workshop. For all of Roxanne’s bluster, her sad attempts at trying to prevent herself from being dragged along the floor did nothing but **** her.

In Skyler’s mind, this was only the beginning of little Roxy’s ordeal.