A Story of Expedience.

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At last, with the persuasion of my hand gun, I’d forced her to take all her clothes off. Of course, she was reluctant, indignant and thought I must be kidding. It took her over an hour of wheedling and denial before she got it all out. All her natural and naked beauty, that was.
I’d taken her to a private place, not so remote she couldn’t hear the traffic passing from the throughway, but isolated enough she could scream her guts out and no one would care because no one could hear.
She desperately wanted to cover herself but didn’t know what to chose. She didn’t have enough hands to cover her pubic triangle and her considerable breasts at the same time, breasts that would rightfully qualify as melons.
She looked like she needed reassuring, even a little comforting, so I decided to give her a compliment.
‘I knew you had lovely tits, I mean I could always see them under those tight, white blouses you loved wearing so much where you worked, but they’re even nicer, more spectacular, than I imagined. But then you didn’t leave much to the imagination, did you? And those girlfriends of yours, the blonde and the black haired raven beauty. I mean the three of you together. Fuck were you ever a sight then. What were their names?’
‘Go to Hell.’
‘Not yet. So tell me, do you like your boobs? Your fucking tits. Do you think your breasts are important to you?’
‘Yes, of course they are. They’re one of the best parts of my body. Of course they’re important.’
‘To put it correctly, you mean two of the best parts. Right? You wouldn’t want to have just one jug. Right? Like one had been cut off? Amputated.’
‘You’re sick. What are you talking about, cut off?’
‘Whatever, but I have to say, yes you’re right. You bet they are. They are a premiere feature of your body. Way out front, ha ha. How would you feel about me playing with them?’

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‘Do you, you… What? Do you mean like, huh? Huh, like touching them and rubbing them? That’s what you want?’
‘Not exactly.’ I grinned. ‘No, not exactly, I have other things in mind.’
‘What? Like what? What is this about?’
‘Let me show you something important. Something central to your safety now.’
I pulled out my leather brief case (my rape kit) and opened it slowly, like to add suspense and drama, being sure she could see the contents. I mean I was organized and quite fussy about how the contents were arranged, very specifically, and she could see it filled with needles of various lengths and shapes, even some big curved ones for sewing leather and all. There were also some BBQ metal skewers and clamps and even some firecrackers in a bag she couldn’t tell what they were. Like a bang-on surprise for later.
I picked out a long needle of four inches straight and flicked its point.
‘What do you think? What are these for? What do you think?’
I motioned towards her chest. She immediately got its purpose and tried to cover her nipples. Of course that left her labia exposed so she pinched her legs together really tightly at the top like a shy and modest bald-cunted little school-girl.
‘What? What do you think you’re going to do with those, with that? What are you going to do with those? That stuff?’
‘Oh, sweetheart, oh, y’know maybe nothing. But. But maybe something. I haven’t decided yet. It really all depends on how well you do what I want you to do. What I order you to do. How well you obey my commands. You’re under my control now and you have to realize it. The sooner you do the better for you and your, your fucking blatant sexuality.’

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‘But.. But what do you want me to do. What do you think this is about?’
I grinned a superior, power-filled smile at her, not from the heart nor the eyes, but from my teeth and dick. Yeah, it was a cocky grin.
‘Lets see. OK. I want you to be sexy. I want you to show me how hot you can be. I want you to model for me, to act like my own personal contestant on, y’know, America’s Next Top Model. You think you can do that? You think you could even win it?’
‘No. It’s demeaning, women strutting like that to be ogled and just for fame or money. I think they’re disgusting and do the cause for woman’s advancement irreparable harm.’
‘What? You’re one of those flaming feminists, are you?’
‘I have my beliefs. I have my principles. I’m strong and I’m independent. I know. I know what I know.’
‘Yeah. I bet you do. That’s why you went braless so often, right? And your fucking girlfriends too.’
‘I had the right. We had it. We have it. It’s not for you to judge. I don’t have to live my life according to what creeps like you think. Little insignificant losers like you who can’t get it up with a real woman.’
Arrogance traced her face like a road map.
‘Ahh, maybe, but now you fucking do. Yes indeed. I have the gun and I have you, so now you most definitely do, so to start, begin by turning around and face me full on, stop being shy and coy and show off your tits and smile for me. Give me a big smile. Push them out.’
She wasn’t receptive.
‘Go to Hell. You sniveling little bastard, I will not. Go to Hell, you weasel.’
‘I see. OK, if that’s the way you wanna play it. But you better turn around and take a look where the gun is pointed.’
She was curious.
It was aimed right for where I assumed her clit was.
‘No, you monster.’
‘You think I won’t shoot you? I won’t shoot you there?’
‘No. No you wouldn’t.’
‘Don’t test me. So smile and display your tits.’

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She indeed did, thrusting out her chest in defiance.