She Gets Stripped

The man moved forwards, stalking towards her again. Elana naturally tried to pull away, but the chain kept her in place. She felt his presence as he moved up, nearly touching her. The knife, he sheathed at his side as his fingers moved up towards her body. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, but he was only reaching for the zipper of her jacket. Slowly, she felt him lower it, unzipping her jacket until it was totally open. Under it, Elana was wearing a brown shirt. The man now found that he had a problem - as he had put the cuffs on over her arms, the jacked was tied to her body. This, he remedied by use of the knife. Elana shivered as she felt is press gently against her skin, cutting through the tough fabric of the jacket. A moment after this, it had come loose, and the man dragged it away from her. Her long, copper hair flowed in the motion.

Now, she wore only her brown shirt, bra, panties, tights and skirt. Even as he reached for her again, she knew where this was going. part of her wanted him to hurry up, to just get it over with, damn it! Another part wanted to shrink away from his every touch.

The man moved slowly behind her. Elana tried to turn, but he told her to remain still, barking at her loudly to do so. She froze, feeling him circling. Something cold and sharp pressed into her back, and she stiffened, waiting for the flash of heat and pain. It didn't come, though. Instead, the man gently dragged what had to be the blade across her shoulders, the tip of the knife tingling as it moved across her skin. It was strangely erotic, the expectation of pain made it so that her senses were maximised, so that she felt every little touch and motion like a tingling wave. The tip of the blade pressed into her skin, but did not cut it, yet she could feel the sharpness, and knew that it would be only the smallest push to go further.

Elana stayed still, fighting against the urge to tremble as the blade played across her back. After what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality only a few moments, the man withdrew the blade. Elana sighed, sagging into the chains for a moment. Slowly, her kidnapper took hold of her shirt, and drew it away from her body. She realised that he had cut through the back of it, allowing him to take it off her without having to worry about the chains. Elana blinked as her brown shirt - or what was left of it - fell away in ribbons. Her skin felt cold now, her chest was almost exposed save for her bra.

Elana felt the man's hands working on the strap that ran behind her back, and after a moment, the bra loosened and became slack. Her first instinct was to catch it as it fell forwards, but her rattling chains would not allow her to protect her modesty. The thin layer of fabric hit the ground at her feet, and her nipples tingled with arousal.

The man stepped back into view, her eyes scanning her chest now. Elana blushed, but could not hide herself from him. The chains bound her firmly.

The man stepped closer again, coming up so that they were nearly touching. The heat of his body radiated to her. Her hands gently closed around her waist, sweeping up her side. Elana's back arched at the contact, already sensitive with anticipation. The man's hands closed around her breasts, pawing at them not too gently. She winced, gasping at the experience. Then, she groaned as she felt him trailing kisses down the inside of her neck. His touch sent shivers running through her, her core felt warm, and desire made her legs go weak at the knees.

Elana gasped as one of his hands found her sensitive nipple, twisting it slowly, she winced, her face going pale as he slowly kept up the pressure. Then she sagged forwards as he released it only to start again on the second one. He lowered his face to her chest, his tongue lapping at her nipple, sending shockwaves reverberating through her body at the sensation. She'd never done anything like this before, but could only sit and endure as the man played with her body.

Hungrily, he sucked on her breast, drawing it into his mouth. It felt hot and warm, and she jumped as his teeth pressed down on it slightly. It was uncomfortable, but not painful, and he started to knead it in his jaws, each time catching it gently but firmly between his teeth.

She pushed against him with her legs, but her whole body felt hot and weak. Strength seemed to be sapping from her limbs, desire clouded her vision, and she was breathing heavily. She could feel a wet stickiness between her thighs, and was mortified when she realised that he was going to see it.

The man's free hand worked at her skirt, pushing it down her legs. For a moment, it resisted, but then down it went, falling to the ground at her feet to join the rest of her clothes. Now all she wore was her panties and her black tights. She felt him running hands hands across her legs, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

"P-please..." She moaned, though she was not sure exactly what she was pleading for. The man broke away for a moment, leaning down to take off her shoes. She wriggled, feeling his hands as he started to pull down her tights. Slowly, inch by inch, her pale skin was revealed, and now she only had her panties.