I'm no thief, see for yourself

"I've got nothing, look!" you blurted, your high pitched whine coming as a shock as you continued to try to wriggle your wrist free from James' grip.

"Is that so?" James growled, dropping the bag of groceries to the ground to free his other hand. "Maybe I will."

Horror washed over you as James then began to roughly pat you down, his hand exploring your empty pockets before snaking up your shirt. It quickly became clear that he was more intent on feeling you up than actually searching for stolen goods, especially evident when he cupped one of your breasts beneath your shirt and gave it a squeeze. Your moan came unbidden, your cheeks burning hot as James laughed at your reaction.

"Nothing there, but we're not done yet." James exclaimed as he slipped his hand down the back of your unbuttoned jeans and started feeling around.

"No. Please!" you begged, your voice a pathetic whisper as the sensation of being groped started to cloud your mind. James' hand gripped, then squeezed an ass cheek, your eyes going wide at the unexpected pleasure it brought you. Staring at you mockingly, James continued his ****, pinching your soft flesh hard before removing his hand and with a deft motion, unzipping your jeans all the way. Now with complete access, his hand slid down to cup your pussy through your boxers - it felt impossibly hot and to your shame, you could feel how wet your boxers were. Judging by the cruel smirk that spread across his face, so could James.

This time your protest was even more pathetic.

"Please..." you whimpered, James' fingers slipping inside the band of your soggy boxers and quickly finding the slick folds beneath.

"Please what, bitch?" barked James harshly, grinning as he closely watched your reaction to his ministrations.

"Uhhhhhhh ffff!" was all you could manage in response, the fingertip piercing your entrance voiding your mind of conscious thought.

This was apparently all the consent James needed - he dragged you back through the gate, kicking it closed behind him, and into the relative isolation of your front yard. He continued to finger you, the pleasure causing you to moan needily as he lowered you to the ground. Before you knew it, he had tugged off your jeans and boxers and was on top of you, pinning you down.

"Such a needy slut." James grunted as he unfastened his own pants and freed his cock. "What a perfect way to start the day... with a breakfast fuck."

These words paired with the sensation of James' cock pressing against your soft, wet folds was enough to jolt you out of your haze. No! You couldn't get fucked! Not like this. Not by him! As the true peril of your situation kicked in, so too did the realisation that you were powerless to stop him. Even your treacherous new body seemed to be against you, your pussy throbbing as it kissed the tip of James' cock. As you stared up into your friend's face you knew this could be the end of life as you knew it.