<span style="color: #FF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>The slap Carlos had delivered had left her ears ringing for a brief moment and she could feel the blood dripping from her nose. She froze for a moment in complete shock and Delgado used the moment as his opportunity to tie her up with her legs spread. She tugged on the bindings only to discover there was nothing she could do to get loose. She went to cry for help once more, but in a fiery rage Carlos had ripped her panties off and stuffed them into her mouth.<br/><br/>She gagged for a moment in surprise, the lacy fabric drying her mouth out. She tried pushing it out with her tongue but was unable to in her panicked state.<span style="font-style: italic">"You want to know what I am doing? I will remove my shoes now..."</span>Delgado said in a low, dangerous voice. Lea watched as the man undressed, stripping down to nothing but his boxers. She couldn't help but appreciate his figure, even if she was disgusted with him at the moment. He sat down, his hand coming to her belly then gliding to her breast. She shivered at the touch and her nipples hardened against her will and her stomach tightened in anticipation.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"It must be very uncomfortable for you to be tied down like that. I will remove the restraints in a few minutes. As we won't need them anymore. Have you ever heard from the girls in the district, what my specialty is? Why they call me the puppetmaster? I guess you have not..."</span>his voice was still low and husky, dark eyes roaming over her. She shook her head to the negative at his question, and she didn't particularly want to know. She hoped, though, that he would keep his promise about the restraints, but somehow she doubted it.<br/><br/>Finally she was able to spit her panties out, but was still too scared to speak. She didn't dare scream, not with the way he was looking at her.