Lucy moaned into her gag, regretting wearing the cute little black sundress today. It had seemed fun and flirty in the morning, and she never would’ve thought she’d get caught in a bank heist and get kidnapped. Now here she was, tied up and gagged and about to be molested by some freaky woman with a fixation on Lucy’s butt.
Jaime approached the bed and carefully rolled Lucy onto her stomach, which pushed her tied hands right into her gut. Jaime must have noticed, because she grabbed Lucy by the rope binding her legs and pulled her half off the bed, just enough that her feet had to swing down to hit the floor, and her hands were able to drop just over the edge, pinned where they were. This, of course, had the added effect of freeing the bottom of Lucy’s dress completely, and bending her ass provocatively at the same time.
“My my, what a lucky girl you are,” Jaime said, running a hand gently over Lucy’s still covered ass, making the hostage shake with fear. “You have no idea how privileged you are to have an ass so sweet.” Lucy tried to free her hands to no avail as Jaime continued to almost pet her dress-covered backside, stroking it softly while talking.
“’Course, not as nice as mine, but who’s ass is?” Jaime paused for a moment. “Well, there was that one singer… Kelly something. Man, she had a perfect ass. I tapped that so hard, poor girl’s probably still not walking straight.” There was another pause. “But we’re not talking about MY ass, we’re looking at yours. Let’s flip this dress up and see what we’re working with here.”
With that Jaime lifted Lucy’s dress up and flipped it over her back, exposing not only Lucy’s legs and black panty-clad ass, but a fair amount of her back, far enough up in fact to reveal the back of her strapless bra she’d worn. Lucy whimpered to herself as she felt Jaime’s cool hands touch the skin of her back, just above the top of her panties. Jaime’s fingertips ran down over the thin cotton fabric, and from the way the blonde cooed, it was clear she liked what she felt.
“You know, I only got a look at this butt of yours in the bank. It’s better than I remember. And such cute little black panties, too! Shame they’re going to have to go.”
Lucy stiffened, expecting to feel Jaime pulling her panties down and exposing Lucy’s most private of areas. But to her surprise, Jaime came and laid on the bed, her face inches from Lucy’s.
“Pay attention, little girl,” Jaime said, pulling something out of the back pocket of her pants. She flicked it in Lucy’s face, and the young teacher screamed into her gag when she realized it was a knife.
“Whoa, calm down - I ain’t going to stick ya. Well, not with this anyway. But you need to know I’m armed and if you piss me off, I WILL cut you up. And I ain’t in the best of moods to start with, so best be good and let me do every nasty, dirty little thing I wanna do to your pretty little ladybits, okay?”
Lucy could feel the hot tears streaming down her face, and she found herself wishing she’d never even thought about taking a trip to Cancun. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have come to the bank today, and she wouldn’t have been taken hostage, and she wouldn’t be tied up, about to be used by this awful, awful lesbian woman.
“I said OKAY?!” Jaime screamed, grabbing Lucy by her hair, making the shorter girl scream into her gag once more.
“Good,” Jaime said, seemingly satisfied by Lucy’s terror. She moved back, letting go of Lucy’s hair and ran her hand over the hostage’s ass one more time. This time, Jaime slipped a finger underneath the waistband of Lucy’s panties, pulling it away from her skin by a few inches. Before Lucy knew what was happening, Jaime slipped the knife underneath the waistband and with a violent yank, cut the fabric. A heartbeat later, she did the same with the other side, and Lucy’s panties dropped to the bed, her bare ass exposed to her lecherous attacker.
“Oooh yeah, that’s what momma likes,” Jaime said, leaning in and actually taking a good long whiff of Lucy’s ass. “Mmmm, someone smells horny,” the blonde said, her hands all over Lucy’s naked ass, rubbing the skin vigorously. Lucy felt tears falling out of her eyes, even as she was pressed against the bed sheets. Jaime actually leaned forward and began to rub her face against Lucy’s bubble butt.
“My my my, you are quite the little firecracker, aren’t ya?” Jaime said, pulling back and running a single finger down the crack of Lucy’s ass, stopping just at the edge of her pussy. “And you’re getting into this - my my, sweetie. You are just flooding. You must really want me to slide a finger into this tiny little hole of yours.”
Lucy just cried into her gag. Jaime was right. Despite the fact that she was scared to death, Lucy’s pussy was practically dripping wet, and she would’ve given anything for a finger to slide up into her. Or a good hard cock. Or a cucumber. Or ANYTHING. Anything, but something attached to Jaime Pressly.
With a slight cackle of glee, Jaime stuck out her tongue and ran it over the entire length of Lucy’s pussy exactly once, savoring both the taste, and the way it made the smaller girl shudder in delight and revulsion at the same time.
“Come now, sweetie. You must have dreamt of this once,” Jaime said, moving up the bed again so she could look Lucy in the eyes. “You live in San Fran, lesbian capital of the world. You MUST have given some thought to some girl going down on you.”
Lucy shook her head in denial, the gag still keeping her from speaking.
“Tut tut, I don’t believe you,” Jaime said. “And for that, you’re going to lose more clothes.”
Before Lucy could react, Jaime reached up with her knife and went right for the straps of her dress. Already thin to start with, it was a matter of two quick cuts to rip through the spaghetti strands. But that only freed Lucy’s shoulders, and Jaime wanted so much more. Moving quickly now, Jaime grabbed the back zipper to Lucy’s dress and yanked it down - hard. It only went about partway down Lucy’s back, just enough for her to slip it off and on normally, but that wasn’t enough for Jaime. Grabbing either side of the freshly unzipped dress, Jaime began to pull, slowly but surely ripping the dress all the way down to the skirts. The sound of the fabric shredding behind her was enough to send a fresh wave of tears through Lucy.
“My my, you just have flawless skin, don’t you?” Jaime said, once more running a hand over Lucy’s body, this time starting up near the clasp of Lucy’s strapless bra, the only remaining piece of clothing Lucy had. For a moment, the kindergarten teacher though Jaime would simply unsnap that clasp, but the bank robber’s hand trailed away, down Lucy’s spine until it reached the crack of her ass, where it slowed a bit but still pressed against Lucy’s young flesh.
A single finger traced the outline of Lucy’s lower lips, making the young teacher quiver in fright and unexpected pleasure. Then, just as quickly, it was gone. For an endless heartbeat, nothing happened, then Jaime placed her hands firmly on both of Lucy’s hips, and before the young brunette could guess as to what was going to happen, Lucy, flipped her over, laying Lucy flat on her back in one swift move.
The hostage let out a muffled cry as she glared up into the lustful look Jaime was shooting down at her. There was something else in her eyes, too - something Lucy couldn’t quite place - and it sent shivers down Lucy’s spine.
“Oh, don’t be frightened,” Jaime said quietly. “This’ll be the best fucking you ever had, trust me. Just gotta get rid of this first,” she added, running a hand over both of Lucy’s still-covered nipples. Lucy trembled, then screamed into her gag as Jaime brought the knife back into view.
Lazily, almost playfully, Jaime slid the knife under Lucy’s bra, at the point where the two cups met between her cleavage. Her smile completely incongruous to her actions, she savagely yanked the knife up, ripping the bra right there and making Lucy scream again.
Remarkably, at least to Jaime’s mind, the cups of the newly separated bra fell back into place over Lucy’s breasts, preserving the small fragment of modesty she had left. Jaime couldn’t have that. Without saying a word, she used the flat of the knife to gently lift and move first the right cup, then the left, finally exposing the last bits of Lucy’s flesh to her lustful gaze.
“Oh, I wish I had a camera,” Jaime muttered, slowly lowering her lips. Lucy’s nipples were rock hard as she shivered in fright, so it was child’s play for Jaime to suck one of her erect little nubbins into her mouth, gently tugging and licking at it with her tongue. Lucy jumped at the intimate touch, but an instant later the pleasure of what Jaime was doing started to radiate out from her nipple.
Just as the little brunette relaxed, Jaime switched to the other nipple, and for half a moment, Lucy could pretend that maybe - just maybe - this was something she wanted.
Then, just as suddenly, Jaime jumped up, slid off the bed, and vanished from sight.
“Where is it, where is it?” Jaime asked, her tone a mix of impatience and boredom, as if she hadn’t just been forcing herself on another woman. Lucy could only lay there on the bed, worried about what would happen next.
“There you are,” Jaime said, and Lucy could hear rummaging as she pulled whatever it was she was looking for out of wherever she found it. There were more noises Lucy couldn’t identify, and for a moment, she thought she heard Jaime humming to herself.
“Oh yeah, now we’re ready,” Jaime said with a satisfied grunt. A moment later, she appeared next to Lucy on the bed, and this time Lucy screamed.