Her body hung before me listlessly, the soles of her high heel shoes resting just enough on the warehouse floor to allow her to keep the weight off wrists that were cuffed to the hook two feet above her head. Her ankles were cuffed together just above the straps of her stiletto shoes. Her chin rested dejectedly on her chest, her long, jet black hair hanging down, covering her face. Most of the buttons down the front of her full length, black designer gown had been ripped open, taking with them shreds of the exquisite silk material of the now ruined garment. The few remaining buttons were doing their best to keep her body covered, but despite their efforts, an entire, sleek leg was revealed all the way up to where a few tantalizing inches of black thong panties could be seen. Missing upper buttons revealed the center string of a push-up bra the same color as the lace panties, the gown and the long, flowing black hair somewhat matted now from the excessive summertime heat in the abandoned warehouse.

The point of my knife traced a line up the exposed thigh, causing her to gasp and shake against her shackles. I cautioned her to be still. A wrong move and she could cut herself against the knife blade which caressed her. We didn’t want her cutting herself, did we?

She looked up at me again, eyes teary, pleading. But what did she see in my eyes? With my tight fitting black mask, my eyes were the only part of me that she could see, since she annoyingly refused to look at my naked body and my blood-filled manhood that protruded rather arrogantly upward. Oh, she knew my cock and balls were right there before her, all right, and would certainly have given them a savage kick right now if she only could, but with her ankles shackled together she would have to kick with both legs and that would put unbearable pressure on her already tortured wrists that were manacled above her head. Therefore, since she had no physical option, her only recourse was to plead for mercy from her masked attacker, a man who was driving the stretch limo that was to have taken her to a red carpet affair but which instead diverted course while she was absent mindedly thumbing through her test messages and ended up inside an abandoned warehouse. She now pleaded for me to let her go and she would tell no one. I responded by jerking the knife upward forcefully, obliterating the remaining buttons of her evening gown and causing her to shriek in terror, a sound which reverberated among the dusty overhead rafters of the abandoned warehouse. Like all of her many previous cries and protests since being pulled from the limousine and strung up to a hook like a side of beef, the sound of this shriek echoed briefly but then was swallowed in the vastness of the empty building, unheard by anyone but myself.

The dress now fell completely open and hung from her shoulders, revealing her full, frontal body clad only in the black bra and panties.