"Yeah, I know you will. You can start by stripping."

Her heart hammered in her chest so loudly she could hardly hear.

"No," she gulped. He smiled, then stood up. His hand slapped her face hard, knocking her back against the wall. She cried out in shock and pain, clutching her stinging face as she looked at him, terrified.

"Do what I say, girl."

"Please," she whimpered, Please… "He slapped her face again, once more knocking her back against the wall.

"Strip," he ordered. Jessie was in shock, her face stinging with pain. Tears blurred her vision and she blinked her eyes to try and clear them.

"Strip," he said again, then slammed his fist into her belly. She fell to the ground, clutching her belly, tears trickling down her cheeks as she whimpered in fear and pain, cowering back against the wall. Jones smiled down at her, then slowly undid his belt, sliding it out of the pants loops and doubling it in his fist.

"Strip, or else," he said, slapping the belt against his other hand. He grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet again, shoving her back against the wall.

"Okay, baby, lets see it."

He raised his hand and she cried out in fear, her hands jerking to the top button of her shirt. Her hands were trembling but she got the button open, then got her fingers onto the second button and after an eternity, got that open.

Jones folded his arms, watching, a smile of amusement on his face.

Her shaking hands went down the line of her shirt, undoing the buttons one by one until she reached her pants. She looked up at him, as though hoping for a reprieve, then pulled her shirt out of the white pants and undid the rest of the buttons.

She slowly eased the shirt open, cringing inwardly, her face flaming with embarrassment as she exposed her full breasts, only partly clad in the small silky half bra.