Henry turns the tables

Then Henry did something Roxi didn't expect. He pulled a taser out of his pocket, and let her have it, right in the side. Roxi screamed in pain as she rolled off of and away from Henry. Henry quickly recovered his senses, climbed on top of Roxi, and bitch slapped her a few times. Then he pulled a swiss army knife out of his pocket and thrust the blade under Roxi's chin. "You're gonna do exactly as I say, or I will cut that pretty face of yours. Got it?" he said to her. All the stunned Roxi could do was shake her head in an affirmative manner.

Henry got up, pulling Roxi to her feet. "Now, we're going downstairs to my lair." Roxi walked in front of him, knife at her back. "Open the door" he ordered her. Roxi turned the knob, and opened the door to a flight of steps that went down to Henry's basement. She knew this was her last chance. If she made it, she could escape, and write him off, or come back for him with back up. She turned to attack, and once again found herself stunned and paralyzed by the taser. "Damn!" she thought to herself as she fell down the stairs, and darkness consumed her.

When Roxi woke up, she found herself suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, her toes barely able to touch the ground. She looked around and saw all the toys and tools Henry had collected. The Order had never told her anything about this. There was nothing in his report that hinted at Henry building his own dungeon. 'Oh shit! I think I'm in big trouble' thought Roxi to herself. "Welcome back to the land of the living" Henry said to her. "Now who's the punk?" Roxi spat at him. "That'll cost you an article of clothing" he said.

Henry walked over to her hanging form. He held up a pair of battery operated scissors for her to see. He turned them on, and allowed the blades to hum close to her nose. He pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, and cut up through the front of it like it was melted butter. Then he cut through the shoulders and sleeves, and the blouse fell to the floor. The cool basement air made Roxi's nipples stand out in her pink lace bra. "You won't get away with this" Roxi told him. "I have friends who will be expecting me. They'll come looking for me, and when they do you'll be in deep shit."

"I don't think anyone from the Order will be coming after you, Roxi." Roxi was stunned. Henry knew about the order? How? "I don't know what you're talking about" she said to him. "Don't insult my intelligence, bitch. That'll cost you another piece of clothing." He looked at her thoughtfully. "I think you'll lose the skirt this time. I want a good look at those sexy, wide hips that will be carrying my child soon." Henry took hold of the hem of her skirt and cut straight up through the front to the waistband. Roxi's skirt fell to the floor, exposing her wide, sexy hips and pink lace thong. "Child?" asked a shocked Roxi. "Child" said Henry, matter-of-factly. "I've been watching you for quite some time, Miss Stanton. I set the order up, just to catch you. I want you for my very own breeding ****, and you're going to learn to accept it."