Free Decoy by Brandi Michaels Page B

thinking.
    It was evident that any response they
made heightened the madman’s pleasure. Roarke stopped yelling, and she went
still. Whatever Clayburn had planned, they’d survive it together.
    The next thing Melanie knew, a big hand
was grasping the front of her dress, ripping it from her body. She stood
trembling in her bra and panties, spread eagle and on display. Goosebumps
shivered over her from a combination of fear and cool air rushing over her warm
bare flesh. Heat flooded her cheeks at the thought of Roarke and these
strangers seeing her this way. Even worse, she could feel the erections of both
thugs prodding her thighs.
    “Such a lovely body,” Clayburn admired.
    He’d let his goons rip off her dress, but
now he’d moved closer. He was so close that Melanie could smell the sweet scent
of alcohol on his breath and the strong scent of some expensive cologne. She
shuddered in revulsion.
    “Too perfect to keep hidden. Right, d
D
etective?”
    A couple slices with the knife and her
bra fell from to the floor. Her nipples tightened and heat suffused her body.
She cursed her pale, redhead’s complexion and its tendency to blush scarlet.
Hot and trembling with humiliation, Melanie’s instincts were to cover her
nudity, but she was utterly defenseless. Having Roarke witness herhumiliation made it even more horrible,
especially as the goons kept rubbing their erections against her flesh. When
she thought it couldn’t get much worse, Clayburn continued his one-sided
dialogue.
    “What nice round breasts and fat,
responsive nipples you have, my dear. Don’t you think so, d
D
etective?
Look how dark and rosy they are and how they pout for us.”
    She felt the cool edge of steel touching
the tip of each nipple and went rigid with fear.
    To Melanie, he said, “Roarke had a little
accident and one side of his face is swollen. He can’t see you as clearly as
he’d like, but I can assure you he appreciates your beauty. He’s buck-naked and
quite the stud. The sight of you has his cock standing at stiff attention.
It’ll make for excellent footage.”
    The mental image he created made Melanie’s
blood run hot. Roarke was a ruggedly handsome, hard-muscled man with a
washboard stomach, lean hips and strong thighs. She’d often wondered about his
other assets and had fantasized about seeing him in the nude. Knowing that the
sight of her, however flawed, could arouse him was equally arousing to her. She
felt her breasts swelling and nipples tingling.
    Clayburn moved aside, mumbling about
getting his video camera. Then she heard him adjusting switches and felt the
heat of a bright light skimming over her body.
    “Okay, boys, why don’t you plump up those
breasts a little for the camera?”
    “No! Don’t touch me! “Melanie screamed.
The suggestion had her twisting her torso and tugging at her arms and legs. She
heard Roarke’s roar of fury and a violent thudding from his side of the room,
but neither of them could do a thing to stop the big, beefy hands from fondling
her breasts. Each of the goons rubbed their rough fingers over her nipples,
plucking and teasing them to tightness. More panic swirled through her at the
sound and feel of their increased arousal.
    “You’ll pay for this, Clayburn!” Roarke
continued to bellow in rage. “You’re a fucking coward!”
    “I wasn’t going to use the clamps on
those tender titties, but now that you’ve offended me, Roarke, I think they’ll
add charm to the video,” said Clayburn.
    Melanie relaxed slightly as the calloused
hands left her, but gasped in shock as they replaced their fingers with nipple
clamps. The tiny metal teeth bit into her skin and the pain was so sharp, it
stole her breath. Body quivering, she bit her lip to keep from screaming again.
    “Now let’s see if she’s a natural
redhead.”
    They eased their grip on her thighs, but
kept her legs spread and quickly cut off her panties, leaving her totally naked
and exposed. Cool air teased her