!

Gwen tried to turn and run, but the man was much faster than her. He knocked her to the ground, falling on top of her. She tried to scream for help, but the man's big hand quickly turned her feeble attempts into a muffled grunts. Gwen tried to fight him off, but one slap across the face ended her resistance.

The glint and flash of steel in the man's hand was enough to tell Gwen she had **** but to cooperate. He brandished the knife at her throat. "Try to escape, or make one more sound and I'll cut you to ribbons! Do you understand?" Gwen shook her head yes.

The man got up, then helped Gwen to her feet, still holding the knife pointed at her. He grabbed her bag, and pointed to an obscured entrance at the side of a building. "That way" he motioned.

Gwen and her attacker walked to the door. "Open it, and go inside" he ordered her. Gwen opened the door, and went in, closely followed by the man. He closed the door, and locked it behind him. He turned, and looked at Gwen, menacingly. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The hard way will cause you more harm than good. It's all up to you, love."

"What do you want from me?" Gwen asked her attacker, her voice quavering.

"I want you to take off all your clothes, and I want you to do it NOW!"

Gwen jumped, then started to cry as she removed her bonnet, her dark red curly locks cascading down her shoulders. She removed the bustle from the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She unbuttoned her dress at the front, and shrugged it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. Her petticoat came off next, leaving her clad only in bloomers and boots. She stepped out of the petticoat and dress, then started to undo her boot laces.

"You can leave your boots on. Just get the bloomers off. Or would you prefer I cut them off?"

Gwen unhooked her bloomers from the back, then slowly pushed them down over her hips, trying hard to hide her nakedness as she slid them down her shapely legs, gingerly stepping out of them.

"All right, stand up and turn around slowly, hands at your sides. I want to get a good look at you."

Gwen stood up, and put her hands down at her sides. Her perky but ample breasts stood firm and proud, topped with large pink aureoles and thick, succulent nipples. Her thick, dark red bush looked soft and enticingly lovely. As she turned, her curvaceous hips swayed gently. Gwen's back side view was a picture perfect example of why men become asstrologists (see asstrology: the study of women's back sides). Her ass was a nice, well rounded but firm heart shape, with a pair of legs that would have bankrupted Lloyd's of London to insure. She was a genuinely rare beauty with her big violet doe eyes and pale freckled skin and pouting full lips.

The man smiled at her with lust in his eyes as he licked his lips in anticipation...