Annette is stripped

Disgust and revulsion coursed through her body as Thorne closed the limited space between them before circling behind her. Firm hands rested on Annette's shoulders as he leaned his face into the back her head before smelling her auburn hair.

"You remind me of her actually, but Claire's beauty would put even you to shame."

Thorne's hands retreated from her shoulders and reached under her arms to slowly unbutton her white blouse, unveiling more and more of her flawless skin until her ample cleavage was on full display.

As the coverage disappeared, Annette couldn't avoid the embarrassment of the situation. With escape seemingly impossible, she could only focus on this dangerous stranger taking advantage of her. The complete inability to prevent it ever so slightly appealed to her submissive tendencies, despite whatever dignity remained within her tonight. If he intended to "desecrate" her place of worship, what exactly did he have planned for the worshipper?

Leaning in once more, he whispered

"If you'd like me to stop, just let me know..."

Annette wished she could drive her elbow into him, if just for the constant derision and rhetorical questions.

The man gripped the collar of the blouse and began to pull it down, exposing her chest and slim figure before letting the last of the fabric fall from her loose arms. Thorne stepped around her to admire his work from the front. Farfield's beauty was topless before him, her long flowing ginger hair resting just above her perky breasts.

"Wow... not bad. Not bad at all... You must have - sorry, had - all the village men at your beck and call."

Stepping in close enough to press his torso against her chest, he reached around to her behind and slipped his fingers into the back of Annette's taupe pants as her guided them down her curves towards her ankles at a glacial pace. The lumberjack's cabin did little to keep the cool night air out, much to the woe of Annette who as each second passed had more skin on display. The man's hot breath exhaling onto her front almost felt like a blessing as he slowly squatted down before her.

While essentially paralyzed, Annette could still feel her body reacting. the cool air hardening her nipples, the warm, stifling exhales from the creepy older man that was teasing and undressing her, the slight wetness from the act, amplified by her now-exposed underwear in the crisp temperatures. The act disturbed her to her core, but a weird part of her, maybe even the same part that got a kick from locking lips with a zombie earlier, seemed to be enjoying this. She even felt a weird sense of pride from his low effort complement of her tits after he put her down, calling her second best to this oh-so-beautiful 'Claire' person...

What was she doing..? Why on earth did she care? This man was deranged, she should be focussing entirely on trying to figure out how to retake control of her body.

While fighting her thoughts, the man had finished removing all but her underwear, lifting her feet when necessary. He took a step back, admiring her form once again.

"Heh. I think we're almost there. Remove your underwear, won't you?"

Annette's body sprung into action to appease it's new master. Her thumbs slipped into the sides of the cotton material and pulled it down, a clear trail of her depraved excitement bridged between her underwear and her wet sex. She lowered herself until the panties could slide freely down her slim legs to join the pile of stripped clothing.

"Perfect... now come. Let's get you situated."

Leading her to a round wooden tub at the back of the cabin, he held her hand helping her into the empty bath. Pulling out a dusty tome, he scans through the pages intensely, searching.

"Ah, this will do nicely. Very reinvigorating."

It didn't take long into a chant before a black swirl materialised above the bath. It grew into about the size of a globe and seemed to undulate a thick grey sludge. Annette looked in horror at what would soon fill the tub, noticing that the muck was teeming with insects. Familiar-looking little white maggots joined an assortment of worms, cockroaches and other disgusting bugs roiled in the mixture as a never-ending, chunky stream splattered between her bare legs.