It did not take long for Ron to prove just what a heartless bastard he really was.It did not take long for Ron to prove just what a heartless bastard he really was.
After Caitlin had unzipped her suit, revealing a black bra and panties underneath, Ron got a new idea. Grinning like a child with a new toy, he set her down on the edge of the table. "Strip for me," he ordered, staring longingly at her newly revealed cleavage.
Caitlin looked at him like he had lost his mind. "You must be joking!" she shouted defiantly.
He reached out and poked her roughly with his index finger. She gave a cry of alarm and fell to the ground, gazing up at him in horror. "Does that look like I'm joking?" he snarled. "Now do it!"
Trembling, Caitlin took off her bag of supplies and dropped it to the table. Then she started to unzip one of her gloves, her head hanging down in resignation.
"No, not like that!" Ron snapped. Reaching over to a CD player console on a nearby table, he pressed a couple of buttons. Music began to play, some kind of pop song Caitlin didn't recognize. "That'll do," Ron told her. "Now give me a striptease. To the music!"
Caitlin, still horrified by the thought, hesitated. Ron's giant hand loomed over her threateningly, and his expression became a menacing sneer.
For a moment, she considered refusing. He could crush her at will, snuff out her life with a single gesture. Would that be worse than what he was planning for her, not just now but for as long as he liked? Would being his plaything be worse than death? But even as these thoughts fluttered through her mind, she glanced over at Tania, still angry and defiant; and Randi, completely catatonic with fright. He had already threatened Randi once, and Caitlin knew she couldn't bear watching him destroy either of her friends.
Besides, as long as she remained alive, there was still the hope of escape.
And revenge.
Without thinking about it, Caitlin complied with Ron's orders. She didn't do so consciously, she simply withdrew inside her mind. It was like she was watching herself from a distance, seeing herself move without actually being in her own body. Completely detached, she saw herself sway to and fro, slowly peeling off her gloves and tossing them aside in rhythm to the music.
Ron's facial cast changed at once. Instead of anger, it melted into a kind of lascivious, hungry desire. From her distant point of view, Caitlin dully recognized this as a stronger version of the expression she had seen on his face when he met them at the parking lot. If only she had recognized it then for what it was! But what could she have done? By then, it had already been too late.
"That's better," Ron said approvingly, putting his fingers on the table and pushing them roughly against her tiny body. "Now dance around my hand as you strip," he commanded.
She complied, rolling onto her back and over his warm flesh as she gradually unzipped her boots and slipped them off, one after the other. She felt herself withdrawing further into her mind, forcing herself to disassociate from reality, as though into a dream state. It was the only way she could cope with what he was making her do.
Ron's huge face leered at her as she slithered slowly out of her catsuit, swiveling her hips provocatively as she peeled the stretchy Spandex off her arms and down her slim torso. Intrigued, he reached out to help, grasping the edge of the costume between two massive fingernails. Pushing off against those tremendous fingers, she pulled first one leg and then the other out of the suit, leaving him holding it while she pirouetted away, clad only in her underwear.
"God, you're so perfect!" Ron said lustfully, dropping the catsuit and grabbing her without warning. She gave a shout of surprise at this rough treatment, and all at once her mind snapped back to reality. He was holding her, fondling her brutally, and his touch made her skin crawl. She screamed in terror.
He ignored her protests, massaging her roughly, then seemed struck by a new idea. With his fingernails he tried to get hold of her bra, but it was too small for him to grasp easily. He seemed to be shaking as he fumbled for it, causing Caitlin to yelp in pain as he pinched her back and shoulders several times. Finally he captured the undergarment between his nails and tugged on it sharply, making no attempt to unfasten it first. He was rewarded with a snap and a cry of pain from Caitlin as the straps parted.
Letting the broken bra drop to the tabletop, Ron amused himself with his new discovery. Caitlin felt herself drifting away again as he rudely fondled and stroked her tiny, supple body. Presently he hooked a fingernail in the hem of her panties and yanked them off with just as much care as he had given the brassiere, but by now Caitlin had pushed her mind down into that warm, safe place in her subconscious, and was beyond caring.
After caressing what must have been every millimeter of her miniaturized form, he released her, but he was not through yet. "Dance!" he ordered with a licentious breath. "Dance, my living doll!"
She forced herself to comply. The music was the only thing that mattered, she told herself. She tried to ignore that massive, leering face. Without the catsuit, she was cold, and began to shiver uncontrollably, but she forced herself to dance.
For what must have been the hundredth time, she cursed the giant, looming form of Ron Collins. She had stripped for men before, and had been turned on by it, but not now. She was not the slightest bit aroused. The whole affair was sickening. It was rape, pure and simple. Nothing less than rape.
She would get even, Caitlin thought. As she danced, and as he stared at her, all but drooling, she kept her composure by imagining her revenge.
While she cavorted around the tabletop, Ron's hand moved out of view. A strange, intense look came over him. His voice became more insistent, demanding that she dance faster and more provocatively. Knowing what could happen if she refused, she obeyed without question. Suddenly, his eyes crossed, and his face contorted so that it looked almost like he was in great pain. Then his expression relaxed almost as suddenly, and his eyes rolled up into his head. A huge, satisfied grin climbed across his face.
"Oh my God!" Caitlin blurted, dropping to the tabletop's surface as she realized what must have just happened. "I'm gonna be sick."
And she almost was.