Gritting my teeth with helplessness, I am unable to stop Novak from tearing up my blouse. The silk rips under his powerful fist and he pulls a sharp rift thriough it across my chest, then grabs a knife to finish off the rest. A chill of sharp fear runs through me as the tip of the knife flutters across my skin. Brusquely he tosses the shreds in a heap against the wall, then grabs my arms, one in turn, and cuts and peels off the cloth from them too, tearing it free from the ropes. My bra and skirt are removed but at least not destroyed; I look at him silently, trying to steel myself both against what will happen next and against the submissive wishes I know in me and which may cause me to give in much too far to this brutal lover.<br/><br/>I am not surprised when he seats me on my knees and begins tying my feet tightly to my wrists, reducing me to a pleasure doll. No need to be Einstein to guiess what opening he is planning to use next.