Nami's transformation

I am a little nervous because of the way Nami Kurosawa is looking at me right now. No that is not right. I am actually terrified because of the way the blonde is looking at me. That look is reminding me of the last nature special I watched in which a hungry lion chased down a helpless gazelle. I rushed out of my chair to change the channel before the gruesome ending could take place, but I know that I do not have that option this time since the blonde hottie is sitting on the couch with me in real time. A word came out of mouth in a squeaky voice even though I had an idea that the predator would not respond to me.

"Nami?"

I got the idea that giving the model a blow job was not the best idea when she grabbed my wrists and forcibly pulled me into a sitting position. I guess it is my fault that I an in this current sticky situation because of my aggressiveness, but I could not control myself for some reason. Just one kiss from this woman made me hotter than I had ever been in my life. I was both turned on and scared out of my skull when the short haired huntress grabbed the bottom of my school sweater and quickly pulled it off of me. My breath caught in my throat when Nami ripped open my thin white under shirt causing buttons to fly everywhere. I had no idea where my shoes wound up when the lioness quickly threw them away. My heart beat in my ears when the woman reached for my skirt and yanked it off. The blonde beast did not even bother to undo the clasp of my bra to take it off. She just yanked it off with both hands. I let a loud gulp when I savagely lost my panties.

"Nami, are you okay?" I timidly asked while feeling a shiver run through my body. I do not know if that shiver was due to fear or if it was due to the fact that I was now naked.

I was not surprised when Nami ignored my question and simply stood up to start taking off her clothes. I have had fantasies about having sex with my friend, but they were nothing like this. I know that this sexual encounter would be devoid of love and I would not be having sex with my friend. I would be having sex with an animal. I could not believe that I was this wrong about the person stripping in front of me. The only way this makes sense to me is if some innate impulse has taken over the girl's mind. I know that I have only a few seconds to decide if I want to resist or not. I would much rather be having sex with the same person that found me crying on the street instead of this beast, but I know that anything could happen to me if I resist. I do not know what to do.