The grip is too tight and too painful. It makes your knees weak. Another hand swiftly rips your dress apart and soon you are completely naked, in the ...iddle of the woods, held firmly by the hand of a strange man."Now listen carefully, Teresa. There is a relatively easy way to go about this and there is a hard way. You can have it either way. I don't care. It is totally up to you. You can either obey or resist. Resistance will only get you into more trouble and will prolong your stay here.. He knew that smell. But no, that couldn’t be it. He was smelling something that only smelled similar. That had to be it. It coldn’t really be the smell of… Of pussy. “What does it smell like?” she asked in a low, sultry voice. “Do you like it?” He opened his eyes slowly and his gaze locked with hers. “Ashley,” he said, but didn’t know where to go from there. “If you like it,” she said, “you can have it.” He instinctively glanced toward the stairs. “Ashley,” he said again. “She won’t wake up for. I smiled and nodded. ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘I used to get off of the phone with you and rant about how much I hated you and all women. He took me a little too seriously.’ ‘You always did have a nice ass,’ Jodie said. I shook my head while the man and woman burst out laughing. ‘Oh my,’ the woman said between laughs, obviously surprised by Jodie’s statement. ‘So, how come you two never got back together?’ the man asked once the laughter died down. ‘We did,’ Jodie said. ‘Briefly.’ ‘Really?’ the woman. Her movements, such as her shitty-but-effective straight-rope-mess will permit her- more wriggly.Why does her brain want to get away from this source of undoubted pleasure, albeit inflicted as opposed to nurtured onto her? As much as the pain from his open, rapid, palm? Maybe more so.As if on cue, he utters:‘Don’t you fucking dare.’‘Don’t you fucking dare, you ingrate. You fucking ungrateful slut.’The softly threatening, dusky words he’d fed her earlier have gone.This is guttural, insistent.