Chapter 4

"Keep going," ordered Otto, giving her a shove that sent her stumbling into the room.

Kaylee regained her footing and turned around to face him and get the layout. The room was painted off-white and contained no other furniture. On her right was the bed, and to her left was a closet with sliding doors made out of mirrored material.

"This place isn't much to look at," said Otto dropping the duffel bag on the bed, "but it serves its purpose when needed."

Kaylee wanted to get away, but there was nowhere to go. Otto grabbed her shoulders and reached down toward her skirt. The black cotton fit snugly, and he began hiking it up toward her waist. Kaylee pled incoherently through the gag, but Otto ignored her.

Otto took a hold of her waist and moved behind her. He sat down on the bed and shifted himself backward, pulling her with him until she was seated between his legs. The mirrored doors were directly across from them, and Kaylee could see just how helpless and vulnerable she was.

"See how pretty you look?" asked Otto, pointing at their reflection. His hand moved over her thigh and toward her panties.

Kaylee tried to turn away, but Otto gripped the knot at the center of her back with his other hand and pulled down, causing her to cough as the rope strangled her.

"Sit still!" he grunted. "Pretty girls like you aren't used to creeps like me touching you like this, but you don't have a choice in the matter."

Otto let go of the rope, and his fingers disappeared under her panties. Kaylee felt him begin to stroke her slit. Although he was being gentle at the moment, his hands were rough and made her even more uncomfortable.

"This is annoying," muttered Otto as he pulled his hand away.

Kaylee jumped as the hand reappeared with the switchblade. The blade leapt out, and Otto moved it toward her panties. Kaylee panicked.

"Hold still, or I'm going to cut you by accident."

Kaylee whimpered as the steel slid underneath the fabric between her legs, not sure if she was shivering because the blade was cold, because she was scared out of her mind, or both. With a quick flick of the wrist, the knife sliced the material. Two similar motions cut the waistband above each leg. Otto put the knife away, and then pulled off the remnants of her underwear.

Otto rubbed his hand on her now-exposed pussy. "Did you shave especially for me?" he asked.

Kaylee's despair turned toward anger. It was one thing for him to molest her, but did he have to make jokes while he was doing it?

"Aff-hoe," she grunted.

"That's right. I'm an asshole," he replied, "but I'm an asshole who's about to do terrible things to your sweet little body. If you're lucky, a part of you is going to enjoy it."

Kaylee clamped her thighs together and tried to turn away. Otto grabbed the rope again, and she froze.

"Open your legs and keep looking in the mirror," ordered Otto.

Knowing she didn't have a choice, Kaylee spread her knees apart and faced her reflection. Otto dipped two of his fingers between her labia and began making small circles, slowly moving deeper into the folds of her dampening pussy. As he felt her excitement build, he began to plunge his finger in and out, rubbing her clitoris at the same time.

Tears welled up in Kaylee's eyes as her body began to betray her thoughts. As revolted as she was about Otto using her as his sexual plaything, the sensation itself was bringing her closer and closer to climax.

Otto sensed her arousal and released the rope in order to reach around to grope her left breast. As he alternated between groping the breast and teasing her nipple through the bra, he continued taunting her helplessness.

She caught her reflection in the mirror, and the expression on her face was torn between desperation and ecstasy. Finally, the stimulation surpassed her breaking point, and she squealed loudly as an orgasm surged through her.

"That's a good girl," said Otto as he continued to play with her pussy. "I told you we'd have fun together."

Kaylee couldn't decide if she hated Otto or herself more. He was supposed to be getting information out of her, but he'd kept her gagged the entire time, opting only for molestation and humiliation. Despite all of that, she'd involuntarily given him exactly what he wanted. The main question, however, was what would he do next?

By way of an answer, she heard the switchblade open again, and she could only watch in horror as he cut the shoulder straps of her bra before unclasping it and pulling it off of her, leaving her wearing nothing but a hiked-up skirt and boots.

"Mmm... I should have done this earlier," he remarked, taking a breast in each hand and kneading them roughly. "You've got some great tits."

Kaylee tried to think of anything else to escape mentally from this situation. Her jaw was throbbing from being held open for so long, and worse, drool was beginning to leak out of the corners of her mouth. Meanwhile, Otto continued pinching and twisting her nipples. They had begun to harden earlier, but no matter how she felt, there was nothing she could do about it.

Finally, Otto said, "That's enough foreplay, I suppose."

The statement brought Kaylee back to the present. Although she expected it all along, there was no longer any doubt she was about to be raped. If she was going to try and escape, it had to be now.

The moment Otto let go of her breasts, she lunged backward with her shoulder, knocking him off-balance. Then she lurched forward to her feet and ran for the door.