He was now leaning his weight onto the door, forcing it shut,towering over Tim. "Not too used to trouble, my prey usually no fightin them. But then yo...'re something special aren't you."Tim swiped with his knife, though his hand was caught and twistedwrenching the blade from his grasp. He gave a deathly stare back intothe eyes of the man of the day. The man once again had the look of anunstable individual about to rape his choice of the day."No don't do that. I'd hate for this to end in a. -----TrishaI rang the doorbell. Rachel answered quickly with a wide smile on her face. She was wearing her cobalt blue kimono with matching high-heel sandals—and, by the looks of it, nothing else!“Come in, darling—what kept you?”I stepped into her hallway, and kissed her passionately, giving her plenty of tongue in the process. I was so hungry for her, I could hear her laughing into my mouth before she broke off.“Needy, are you, Trish?” she said with a knowing grin.In answer, I slipped the. Walking back into the bathroom, she shut the water off. Looking over at the sink, she saw the mirror. She noticed it was steamed up, pulling a washcloth and towel from the linen closet she turned and moved to the sink. Dropping the towel in easy reach of the tub, Barbara turned to the mirror rag in hand. Scrawled in the center of the mirror was a word – the most repugnant word she knew – 'CUNT' – shock filled her.Looking around, she picked up her towel and covered herself with it. She walked. ‘Halt.’ You say demandingly, but I continue to struggle, earning me a slap across my bare thigh. ‘I said halt, slut.’ I moan in pain, going utterly still as you push a gag into my mouth. ‘If you behave, I’ll consider removing the gag.’ I nod my understanding and lay still yet again. Your hands grip my waist, skimming up to my chest, brushing my breasts through my skimpy bra. A strangled moan escapes my lips and I arch my back, earning yet another harder slap across my thigh. ‘You know better.’.