Is Christy in for a weekend of hot fantasies or just another boring night?
Christy arrives home on a Friday afternoon to different plans for the weekend than she had. She finds herself held captive in her own home, blindfolded, cuffed, and being forced to endure what her captors have planned.
As she gets more excited she is trying to figure out who her captives are, will she be in for more than she bargained for or will it be an erotic walk on the wild side?
Her abductors were still not talking and she wondered what exactly they had planned for her. She didn't have too long a wait to find out.
Once standing, she was pulled a few more feet before being stopped by her hair being pulled again. It seemed they had a thing for pulling hair as Christy was about to experience.
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Hmm... I wonder if Christy is a natural red head. Well, I won't have to wait long to find out for sure, Robert lowered his lips to her ear.
He spoke softly, "Stand very still and don't move so much as a muscle. I would really hate for you to be cut as your clothes are being sliced off."
Christy started trembling and couldn't seem to stop. She was praying whoever it was would not hurt her. She was jerked out of her thoughts as she was slapped across the face.
"Don't move! Not even a quiver out of you!" Robert said.
Someone then proceeded to slice the buttons off her shirt one at a time.
When he cut off the last one her shirt gaped open, exposing the lacy blue bra. Next he moved on to her jeans and instead of unbuttoning them, he whispered, "We're going to cut your jeans off as well, so do exactly as you're told.
Christy started to tremble again, her chest heaving as she began crying and trying to move away. But it was no use as someone grabbed her hair pulling her head back, causing Christy to arch her back, thrusting her breasts out. Laughter erupted from the captors again this time leaving a chill running down her spine.
Next thing she knew someone was wedging a foot between hers forcing her legs apart, "Keep them apart, just like this!" She didn't have a chance to move before she felt the tip of the knife running up and down the inside of her thighs.
The knife moved slowly from her right thigh down the inside of her leg to her knee. It moved back and forth over her knee before moving down her calf, coming to the bottom of her jeans. The knife didn't stop there, she felt a little prick as the tip moved under her jeans. Oh shit… clinching her hands as the knife started moving up her leg cutting her jeans to her knee, leaving a light scratch.