The top flopped open.
Starting at her neck, Wil angled the scissors under the strap, and, with a single slash, cut it. It dangled limply. It was hanging precariously, concealing nothing. Clara writhed with horniness as she watched Wil. He used the point of the scissors to catch the tattered top and drag it off her. He let it drop on the floor. She was now down to bra and jeans.
Two quick snips and he had cut her bra straps. She felt her tits sag from the lack of support. The cups slipped down a fraction of an inch. Grinning, Wil used the point of the scissors to tease the cups down her soft boobs. He deliberately scraped her tender flesh with the sharp metal. She looked down as the point of the scissors furrowed her pale flesh. She was helpless to defend herself!
Then, instead of simply unhooking the now strapless bra, Wil slipped the scissors up between the cups. She looked down. The blades were pointing straight at her chin. She saw them begin to close, cut into the strap between the cups. She saw the last covering of her breasts severed, until only a thin ribbon of cloth held the bra together. Then that was gone, and her bra was clinging precariously to her jutting globes.
Again, cold steel touched her breasts. This time, it slid over the full bulk of her globe and scratched her aching nipple. The point of one blade caught in the depths of one bra cup and dragged at it. She felt the other cup scrape and tug her other breast as the bra dragged around from behind her back.
Her boobs swayed and jiggled as they burst free. Her nipples were aroused and anxious. Her tits heaved as she panted with excitement.
Wil stood back and studied her bare breasts admiringly. He looked like a tailor examining the cut of a new suit.
When he came toward her again, she wondered how he was going to deal with her tight pants. He tossed the scissors aside and yanked off the button at her waist. Then he ran the zipper down. The touch of his hands against her pussy made her slit drool anxiously. Brutally, he jerked the jeans down around her ankles.
She was left in only her panties. Her cunt was a swamp of horniness. Her legs were pressed tightly together.
When Wil picked up the scissors again, she assumed he was going to cut her panties off her. He grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the bed. Caught by surprise, she almost fell. She hopped along on her bound feet as he pulled her. Then she felt the icy touch of the scissors at the small of her back.
He cut the panties down between her ass cheeks. The shears slid along the crack of her ass like a snake. Her twat dribbled with horniness as he neared it. But, he cut only to the crotch, left the panties sagging down over her ass.
Then he moved in front of her and brandished the scissors in her face. Then, his eyes on hers, he dug the point of the shears in between her stomach and the waistband of her panties. She sucked in her gut and bit her lower lip. The scissors moved toward her pussy. She felt the blades close to cut, then slip lower. Cold steel slid into her already dripping slit as Wil angled them back between her thighs. Teasingly, he wiggled the cold metal in her cunt. Then, with a final snick, cut through. The two halves of her panties dangled around the tops of her thighs.
Wil slipped the point of the shears along the inside of her left thigh, and cut. That piece of tattered material fell off in seconds, he had done the same to the right half. Only her jeans, uselessly bunched around her ankles, were left to her. Their existence made her feel even more naked and exposed.
"You've earned a thrashing, you know," Wil informed her.
Clara nodded her head tensely and swallowed hard.
"Turn around and get on the bed. Head toward the wall," Wil ordered.
Awkwardly, Clara hopped to the bed. All she could do then was fall forward. She landed hard on her cheek. The bed squeaked. Her feet and knees were on the floor. She felt cool air on her naked, exposed ass.
"No. Get your knees up on the bed."
Squirming awkwardly, she somehow managed to double up and get her knees on the bed. The position lifted her tail high in the air, made it an extremely inviting target.
There was the sound of Wil's belt buckle being undone. Clara twisted her head, looked over her shoulder, watched him drag the belt out of his pants. His cock was a monstrous lump in his trousers. She half expected him to expose it. Instead, he calmly folded the belt double in his hand.
The first blow against her tight tail was gentle. The next was harder. She jerked in reaction to the pain. Then the dam broke. Wil's tight control dissolved. He slashed at her, forehand and backhand. Cracking like a pistol, the belt seared her flesh.
Clara yelled with pain.
Wil grabbed one of the scraps of her panties and rudely stuffed it into her mouth. Then he flailed at her until she was sobbing and bawling. Her ass was on fire when he finally stopped.
Her tail aching, her cunt a swamp of horny lust, Clara cried and cried. She couldn't move because of the pain. Something was going on behind her, but she couldn't see anything through her tears.
Suddenly, there was a touch at her pussy. A hot probe was digging at her from behind, driving in between the pouting lips of her streaming cunt. Wil had shoved his pants down, and was pushing his hard cock into her. The pain in her ass was forgotten as that wonderful, glutting shaft jammed into her ravenous hole. Clara moaned around the gag still in her mouth as Wil leaned forward and speared her with his cock.
On her knees and face, her arms bound behind her back, her ankles tied, Clara let lust boil through her as the cock raped her slit. She moaned with pain when, as he sank the last fraction of an inch into her twat, he leaned against her burning buttocks.
Grabbing her waist to steady her, Wil began pumping. Gone was his usual gentleness. It was rape. He rammed into her again and again, totally oblivious of the scorched condition of her tail. All he was interested in was satisfying his own lust, which sent Clara's pleasure higher than ever. The pistoning of his dick set her entire tormented body afire. Moaning around her panties, she squirmed, welcomed his cock into her cunt.
Wil rammed at her hard and held on. She felt his prick jump and jerk inside her. She felt cum spray her guts. Her vagina began convulsing around his erupting shaft. The searing waves of her cumming drowned the burning pain in her tail.
She knew it was over when she felt his dick begin to shrink. He pulled out abruptly, abandoned her brutally. All she had, besides a memory, was a burning ass, an aching cunt, and cum trickling down the backs of her thighs. With a soft groan, she flopped over sideways on the bed. Finally, she managed to tongue out the sodden gag.
Wil, nude, was leaning casually against the mantels. He had a drink in his hand. He was studying her calmly. For a moment, she was terrified he was going to apologize. He didn't. Evidently, he was intrigued and pleased by her helpless state.
"Untie me," she croaked. Her mouth was dry as dust.
Wil cocked his head thoughtfully. "No, I don't think I will," he said at last.
Clara felt a thrill when she realized what kind of a monster she had released. Things were turning out even better than she had hoped!
"Well, could I have a drink, at least?"
Wil nodded and came over and held the glass to her lips. Never before had a whiskey sour tasted so good! He made no move to untie her. Her total helplessness made her steam with horniness. The way he had her arms tied made her tits thrust out boldly. He sat beside her, giving her sips from the glass from time to time. She watched his cock as it slowly swelled and expanded. Her gut tightened as she wondered what he would do next.
"Sorry I had to gag you," Wil said, "but I was afraid your yelling might bother the neighbors."
"I understand," she assured him submissively. "Is Grant home?"