He Starts By Molesting Her

"What are you doing!?" Emma blurted out and visibly shaking.

"Oh.... I just thought we might have a little fun."

Jim half smiled/half sneered.

"I don't think you want to jeopardize your job, do you?" Emma was really scared now. And she tried to appeal to his sensibility. This guy could easily overtake her. He must have been 6' 3" and 230 lbs. The sounds coming from the video permeated the room and contributed to the tension as Julie realized she had nowhere to go. The man in the video groaned loudly in ecstasy as the girls were verbally fighting over who would claim his spurting cum as their prize. The scene didn't go unnoticed by either of them as Emma began to unconsciously take a step backward not knowing where or how she would escape.

"Let's see what you're hiding there little lady...." Jim letchered and moved toward her. In one swift motion, Jim reached out and ripped the top of her dress down from her firm breasts.

"NO!" Emma screamed and tried to cover herself but Jim was much too much for her. In moves that were only matched by a professional cowboy attacking his roped calf, Jim snatched a necktie from a rack behind her and had tied her wrists in nearly one motion. Jim smiled to himself at his quick handy-work and was thankful for one his jobs as a ranch hand.

Emma was horrified and shocked that she was so quickly overcome. Before she could scream out any more, Jim had just as quickly gagged her mouth and threw her on the bed. He grabbed two more neckties and tied each of her ankles to each of the posts on the large brass bed. In a matter of a few seconds, Emma laid splay-legged on her back with her hands tied behind her back and her breasts poking up lewdly. Emma's eyes were wild with fear while Jim's dick began to harden with the excitement of it all. This was the part he liked best; seeing his victim helpless and available to satisfy any of his urges.

Thoughts raced through Emma's brain. She had no idea whether she would be killed and was helpless to protect herself from this monster. As she laid there with her breasts exposed, her nipples were hard as erasers both from fear and being exposed to the air. They heaved up and down as she struggled to get her breath. Jim watched her in fascination knowing he could take his time with this prize. No hurry. No one was expected.

He reached out and ran his palm over her right nipple then cupped the breast firmly and fully. He didn't believe in brutalizing his victims or hurting them unnecessarily if it was at all possible. What he found was that by treating them nicely, they rarely pressed charges. And miraculously, most would end up surrendering themselves to him with a majority even enjoying the experience!

Emma had **** but to let him have his way with her. Jim "massaged" her other breast and then leaned over to lick and suck first one, then the other. This he did very slowly and deliberately and intended on eliciting a positive response rather than a negative one from her.

Emma tried desperately not to enjoy his attentions in any way. Her body, which hadn't had any attention since she broke up with her boyfriend months ago, betrayed her by responding. "Pweef...mmmhhhyyy ahrms," she tried to talk through the gag and get him to release her bonds.

"Whasamatter baby.... your arms hurt?"

He rolled her over and released one arm and quickly secured it to the nearest bedpost. She thought about inflicting a blow with her free hand and then realized she couldn't hurt him. It would only serve to make him mad and possibly hurt her. She played this out quickly in her mind as he made his way around to the other side of the bed and secured the free arm. There she laid like a four-point star.

"Better?" He asked with a smile trying to allay her fears.

She just lay there staring at the ceiling.... helpless.

Jim sat back on a sofa chair and eyed his handy-work. He reached next to him and found a loose curtain rod laying on the floor. It was one of those adjustable brassy-looking ones and he suddenly decided he could have a

little more fun. From his position on the sofa chair, he extended the rod so he could reach under the hem of her dress. He teased along her calf and leg and inched the dress up her thighs teasing him and her at the same time.

"Nice legs baby.... in fact, nice everything."

He raised her dress up to where her right thigh was so exposed, he wondered if she was wearing panties. As it turned out, she was wearing "high riser" Calvin Kleins and her entire leg was exposed before he saw the panty band high on her hip.

"Mmmmmm.... very nice...."

Emma tried to writhe away from the rod and cause her dress to cover herself.

Jim went out to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of whiskey and a pair of scissors. Jim took a long pull on the bottle of Jack Daniels and started to cut her dress off of her.

Now Emma laid only in her panties and Jim's eyes zeroed in on the moistened crotch of those Calvin panties. He took another pull on the bottle and started to unbuckle his pants and remove the rest of his clothes. Emma couldn't help but notice his huge dick as his pants and underwear dropped to the floor. She was panicked at the thought that he would be using this massive tool on her.

Jim got himself up on the bed and straddled Emma's torso facing her. His tool bobbed above her breasts and the end of it was close to her chin. He reached over to the nightstand and covered his dick and her breasts with some hand lotion. He massaged the excessive amount of the lotion on his dick and especially between her breasts. While rubbing her breasts, he placed his rod between her swollen tits and pushed them together to surround him.

"Mmmmmmmm," he gently rocked his dick back and forth between her breasts and with his other hand reached back to rub her crotch.

Emma could only lay there helpless and tried in vain to release herself from her bindings. She also tried not to feel his insistent finger manipulation of her panty-covered pussy but her juices began to flow in spite of herself.

"Atta girl.... gettin' nice and wet aren't yeah?"

Jim had always fantasized about cumming like this, plowing his dick between two gorgeous pillows of breasts and squirting his cum all over her chest and chin. The friction and the sight of her was too much. As he slid between her boobs on an upthrust, his cock shot out a load of cum that splashed against her neck. Simultaneously Emma's pussy acted as if it had a mind of its own and Jim's fingering of her clit caused her toconvulse in orgasm.

"Nnnnnnggnnnnnnhhh!" Jim shot again and got chills again and again from his own orgasm and felt sure Emma was cumming under him. Emma silently hoped he was through. What she didn't know was that he had only just begun.

Jim grabbed the base of his still hard dick and pumped out the remaining drops of cum on each of Emma's cheeks. He then rubbed his spilled cum all over both breasts and, once again, appreciated their tightness.

Emma tried to speak against the gag and Jim swiftly removed it and said, "If you scream, it goes back on and I won't take it off again!"

Emma barely whispered, "Thank you."

He got up from Emma and got a towel out of the bathroom and dried himself of the mixture of cum and lotion. In a gesture of goodwill, he gently dabbed at Emma's chest and face to sop up some of his spilled seed. He took pains to make her feel at ease even though he had complete control over her. She laid without showing any emotion either way. He sat down again next to her on the bed and took another pull of the bottle of whiskey and motioned it toward Emma.

Emma wasn't sure how to act or react. She was still totally helpless and she felt certain screaming wouldn't help anyway. This whole thing was both repulsive and exciting all at the same time.

It appeared to her that Jim wasn't going to hurt her but she couldn't be sure. But she certainly wasn't going to get drunk with him! She turned her head when offered the bottle and quietly said, "no". Jim simply picked her head up and poured whiskey down her throat causing her to **** but swallow some down too.

"Whasamatter.. don't you drink? Are you some kind of Polly Pure?"

Emma's mouth burned from the whiskey and she could feel it burning all the way down her esophagus.

"You're not a virgin are you?"

She refused to answer any of his questions and he didn't really press her. They were more to taunt her than anything she felt. Jim poured more whiskey down her. This time it went down a little easier and she didn't gag.... so he poured more down her with some spilling on her breasts. He leaned over and licked up the excess and Emma heard herself giggle at his tickling tongue.

She suddenly felt very hot and very relaxed in spite of her situation and she knew the whiskey was numbing her to what was happening.

"Aht's my girl.... now YOU can enjoy this too!" Jim was proud of getting her drunk so quickly. She obviously wasn't much of a drinker but hell, he had poured nearly half the bottle down her throat.

He didn't want to get too drunk himself. He knew that his hardening cock would let him down if he got bombed. He stood up to set the bottle on the nightstand and when he did, his dick was once again near Emma's face.

"Do you like to suck cock? Sure yeah do!" Jim moved his cock to her mouth without waiting for her acceptance.

"You bite it and I'll kill you!"

Suddenly Emma saw his bad side again. He was going to get what he wanted.