Jule felt her breathing quicken when his hard-on became more present. It was<i>why it did</i>that had her panting from fear. She knew he was fucked up, but she never thought he was<i>this</i>fucked up. He was getting hard whenever she struggled or didn't seem to like something. Jule was scared before, but now she was terrified. She tried desperately to stay still, but when he started to unto her fly, her blue eyes snapped open and she looked up at him sideways, in horror, "No... please..." She murmured, so breathless that she barely heard herself speak. Her shame at her body's reaction brought blood to her cheeks and she turned her eyes away again.<br/><br/>When his fingers entered her already soaked pussy, she let out a small protested sound and then a defeated whimper. His comment about her orientation made her face flush further and she clenched her eyes closed. Horrified by her own body betraying her. It caught her by surprise when he fed his fingers into her mouth again, but with her own fluid left on them. She gagged immediately and whined on his fingers, yanking her head in a desperate attempt to retreat. "Stop tormenting me..." She demanded softly, as soon as his fingers left her throat.<br/><br/>the removal of his body was bliss. Until she saw the gun. That immediately removed any of her thoughts of escape. she would die if she tried now. She sat up slowly and kicked her boots off. pulled off her top and stood up to remove her jeans and thong. She never had a problem with being naked in front of people, but this time felt different. She felt exposed and vulnerable. After stripping to nothing, she slid her boots back on, per his request, and stood up, trying to cross her legs a little to cover her shaved cunt. Also to hide her dripping fluids that she could feel drenching her upper, inner thighs. "What... Do you want me to do?" She cautiously mumbled, almost wishing she hadn't. She didn't want to give him more power than he already had.