Deciding it would be better to open the door, she went downstairs, completely forgetting the fact that she was nude and dripping wet. Opening the downstairs' door, Cheryl saw Mr. Woody's eyes turn immediately to her sexy body, glistening in the morning sun.
"Cheryl...," he licked his lips lustfully, probably still thinking that Cheryl hadn't seen him jacking off to her naked body. "Could you come help me... in my house?"
Cheryl knew immediately what Mr. Woody was probably going to do - rape her and record it. However, she couldn't bring herself her to care and immediately brought up her innocent, naive, dumb personality.
"Of course, Mr. Woody!" Cheryl exclaimed jubilantly.
"Excellent, excellent," Mr. Woody said with a smirk on his face, probably thinking he was a clever man and giving himself a mental pat on the back.
"Can I just put on my clothes first?" Cheryl asked, knowing immediately what the answer would be.
"Of course no- I mean, my problem is really severe, I don't think it can wait...," the man said hungrily, gazing at her naked body.
"Oh, okay then," she said in a tone of voice that made Mr. Woody wonder (It was smugness, knowing that she held one over Mr. Woody).
They quickly walked to his house and Mr. Woody explained that he needed help in the kitchen. Wanted to make it some weird sex, eh, Mr. Woody? Cheryl thought, smiling. But she wasn't about to complain - after all, she needed a good fuck and Mr. Woody was as good as anyone, albeit fat and dirty...
As soon as Cheryl reached the kitchen, Mr. Woody placed his hand over Cheryl's mouth before she could scream and blindfolded her, despite her already knowing who it was. She tried to scream, playing along, but the man slapped her, making her angry. Who was he to slap her?
Deciding she had enough, she tried to turn and tell Mr. Woody that enough was enough and she wanted to go home, but she wasn't able too as she was pushed roughly onto a cool, wooden surface - obviously the kitchen table.
"Now, bitch," the man said lustfully. "I think I need to show you how a real man works."
Before Cheryl could say anything, she felt cuffs on her arms and something cool and metallic on her nipple - nipple clamps. Before she could scream for help, Mr. Woody stuffed panties into her mouth - or at least she thought they were panties.
She was eaglespread on the table, her arms separated and cuffed, along with her legs, revealing her shaved pussy.
Cheryl heard the sound of the video camera turn on, and she began to feel fear rising in her chest - this was not how she wanted to go it all! She had expected to be the dominatrix, not some slave!
"Now...," Mr. Woody said. "What shall I do to you first?" |