However, she had a bad feeling that this was only a temporary situation. Those places on a woman's body that are accentuated, sometimes half exposed, yet still hidden for hungry male eyes were most likely to be well exposed shortly. Patty shuddered at the thought that the disgusting boss could do whatever he wanted to her, since she could barely move. He had already squeezed her breasts through her bra. She winced when she saw him get out of his chair, move around his desk and approach her helpless nubile body. He stopped moving when he was about two feet from her defenselessly stretched and spreadeagled body, purposefully looking her up and down. She caught a glimpse of a gleaming object in his hand. It was a blade of some sort and she wasn't stupid. She knew what its purpose was. He smiled at her and held up the blade. "This is rather sharp and I wouldn't want to cut you, if I don't have to," he mentioned casually. "However, I do have to admit, I get a little aroused at seeing a nice round young smooth tit and my hand might shake a little, so if I were you, right now, I'd stay rather still and not move a tit, as it were." He laughed at his attempt at humor. She just wanted to die. This pervert with the blade was about to strip her naked. "I'm looking forward to seeing your bra again. I want to see your bra. May I?" he asked with the obvious attempt at humiliating her even more than she already was, or, would be shortly. "Uh, Uh," she grunted through the ring gag. He looked at her again and lifted the blade to her left cheek, and demanded, "I want to see your bra again. This blade is rather sharp. May I see your bra?" She watched the blade near her face and with a big gulp of air said through the gag, "yeth." "Thank you," he mentioned with a smirk.

He lifted the blade and her dilated humid eyes followed his every move. She had to strain to watch what he was doing, because she couldn't move her head. About the only thing she could do presently was drool. And drool, she did. He noticed and commented, "I see that you can't wait for me to get you all nice and naked. That'll happen. "By the way," he added, "You're a present to me from my associates and I like to unwrap presents that are given to me." He moved the blade under her left arm pit and grabbed the material there, touched the blade to it and pushed downward. The thin material of the blouse offered no resistence and it parted, showing more skin on the side of her torso, past the bra strap and down to her waist. The side of her left bra cup was visible. He went over to her right side and repeated the action. It was very quiet and one could hear the material separating. When he finished, the side of her right bra cup was exposed as was an ample amount of skin along the right side of her torso. He cut the material from her neck to the top of her right shoulder and the ruined blouse fell across her right breast. The right bra strap and bra cup was in his full view. He didn't stop to look as he seemed to be on a mission. He repeated the action with her left shoulder and the material was parted, hesitated for a second or so and then the whole blouse, gently fell to the floor in front of her feet. Her chest was exposed to his vision. He appreciated the smooth lines of her back as he circled her twice. He appreciated even more her wet glistening breasts imprisoned within the confines of her frilly black lace bra. The cups were rather low cut. She had purposely bought this exact bra so that she could wear low-cut tops. Now she wished that she had worn a more traditional conservative bra. But, she thought, what was the difference. She knew the ultimate outcome of what was occurring. It didn't matter what she wore. All of it was coming off. It was a matter of minutes, or, seconds. He stared at her full bra and licked his lips. "I must tell you that my penis is getting harder by the minute. You'll meet it soon!" he chortled. She blanched at his comment.

His glance moved to her crotch area and she realized that her skirt was probably the next item to be cut away. "I want to see your panties again," he informed her. She hadn't realized it previously, but with her legs so far apart, her skirt had ridden up her thighs and it was stretched rather tightly across them. You could probably strum a tune or two on the skirt hem. It actually hurt. His hand reached out and touched her left thigh, just under the skirt, because he could. He bent down and peered upward and was able to see the band of panty covering her crotch. He was getting more and more aroused at her growing nakedness and the anticipation of what was to come. He knew he was going to rape her silly. He cut the skirt next to her right thigh from the hem upward to the waist past the black lace dainty panties. Her right leg was totally exposed from ankle to waist and his finger tips moved up and down that long beautiful shapely leg. He hesitated briefly when he got to her panties and she held her breath, but he just rubbed at the elastic band of the thigh and waist area. He moved the blade to her left thigh and repeated his activity and her left leg was fully exposed. Another snip here and there and her skirt fell uselessly to the floor, next to the ruined blouse. She was left stretched and spreadeagled in her bra and panties. He stared at the juncture between her legs and marveled at the sprigs of blonde public hair that were filtering through the panty material. He also appreciated the full bulging tits still partially hidden by the black lace bra. Patti almost looked as if she were wearing a black bikini and she was stretching up in the air-almost. Her bulging muscles around her armpits and the fact that blonde public hair was filtering through the panties and her legs were widespread gave it away. Her expression of fright and humiliation in her eyes also gave it away. She wasn't on the beach in a bikini. She had been kidnaped, drugged, and now she was spreadeagled and hanging in her black bra and matching panties. He put the blade down and took his hands and placed them right on her breasts and squeezed hard. So hard that it brought tears to her eyes. She was about to scream, when he released his grip. He then allowed his hands to stray across her rib cage that was prominently displayed under tightly stretched skin. The boss moved his hand down across her taut abdomen, across her belly button to the elastic waist band of the black panties. She held her breath in anticipation, as he put one finger under the waist band and moved around her body. When he got to her back, he squeezed her tight ass cheeks and took the rear panels of the panties and bunched them into her ass crack. Her wonderfully round tight ass globes were exposed and he was gliding his fingertips up and around the mounds of quivering flesh. She was contracting her cheeks in an attempt to protect her anus and crack between her cheeks. He just kept gliding his fingers up and down the smooth mounds. He moved his fingers from her lower back across her left ass cheek down to her upper thigh, across to her right upper thigh, up across her right ass cheek and back to the smooth skin of her lower back. In other circumstances Patti might have found this tactile stimulation most pleasant, but not here, and not like this. She could not move her head so she could not see what he was doing.

He moved around to face her again and for a few minutes was content to watch her body slowly become wet and shiny from the sweat and drool. He watched rivulets of sweat glide down the sides of her body from her armpits, across her torso, her hips, and legs. He watched saliva drop down from her chin and caress her cleavage, only to disappear in between those cushy globes. Several drops were leaking from the bra and the slick substance continued its downward path into her navel. Soon her belly button overflowed and the saliva dribbled further down to her panties. Her panties were getting wet with saliva and sweat. He saw another glob of saliva leave her mouth and he grabbed it with his fingers and proceeded to lightly rub the exposed tops of her breasts with the very tips of his fingers. As he rubbed the tops of her breasts he commented, "I like my women wet and shiny. I like'em wet all over. I'm gonna rub you up." She just hung there, watching this maniac rub the tops of her breasts with her own saliva, unable to alter the course of events.

"I want to see your breasts. I want to see what color nipples you have and how big they are. May I?" he asked her in a very innocent voice. Patti knew this was going to occur, but all the same she dreaded it and all she could do was vehemently scream, "Uh, Uh." Her jaw was aching and so were her shoulders. Several times she attempted to get her toes onto the ground but could not for any length of time. He watched her stretching her body trying to reach the floor. He loved his women stretched out and struggling. His penis reacted to the show. "Well?" he demanded. The blade was in view again and he brought the point right to her left nipple through the bra and looked her in the eye. Patti's body shuddered and with total defeat, said, "yeth." He went behind her and cut the left shoulder right where it met with the back strap. He did the same to the right shoulder strap. Walking around facing her again he looked at the two ruined bra straps hanging limply against the bra cups directly over her nipples. Her breathing expanded and contracted her breasts. He sighed with pleasure as he paused taking in the sight. He certainly loved bras, all kinds and colors, but mostly bigger sizes. He especially liked C cups and bigger. He liked them because of what they held. He loved them most when they were filled with the tits of a stretched out soon to be naked young nubile blonde. This young blonde babe fit the part quite well. Patti shuddered with the anticipation of her breasts being bare in front of this beast. Anxiety kept her stomach boiling. What would he do to her? What humiliations would she have to endure? It was terrible enough that he made her say yes to each horrible thing that he was doing to her. She sweated and drooled. She became more frightened as he kept staring at her bra imprisoned breasts.