Joanna felt panic within her heart. The janitor was right! Most would believe her, but they would also harbor just a twinge of doubt about her, including her husband! And some would believe Rick! He was utterly believable spouting his lies!

"Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Its up to you. If need be, I'll beat the hell out of you and then fuck you. Or you can avoid the blood and pain and simply do what I tell you. The choice is yours! Now, why don't you strip out of those clothes and give me a look at that hot little body of yours!" He leaned back against the door, folding his hands across his chest, his prick throbbing and pointed at her, bobbing softly.

"Oh please…no, don't make me do this!" Joanna cried out. She was confused and torn. There was no way to escape that she could see. But added to her fear was the realization that she was going to have sex. That realization was like a wildfire igniting her sexual side. She knew that her nipples had become swollen, and she knew that the moisture between her legs was not sweat.

Rick sighed loudly. "OK bitch, if that's how you want it, I guess I'll have to smack you around a bit!"

"No..no, I'll do what you say!" Joanna mumbled as she watched the man move away from the door. He paused.

"K, lets start easy. Get out of those tennis shoes and socks." he said, grinning at her.

Joanna was a turmoil of conflicting emotions. She was being forced to undress for this man who was not her husband. She was embarrassed and humiliated, and knew that she should feel only shame. But the lewd thought of exposing her body to him made her body feel ripely swollen.