Sophia breathed nervously. Her assaulter now eyed her hard as she stood silently wondering how he'd punish her for not stripping her clothes off. She stood, in her bra and panties, with her arms resting behind her back, wonders what was going to happen next.

She was sure she had him in the fight she started. Sure of it. Until a pretzel like hold literally rubbed her into submission and all she could do was moan and nearly cum until the fight was over. It was dirty on a scale unimaginable to her before being forced to feel it and something she had never thought of in her training kick boxing. This oversight, had, for the moment, forced her to give up all rights to her body to him among lots of other demands that were making her ill thinking about them.

"That move was FUCKING dirty and wrong!" she finally said directly to him.

"Quiet."

"You had NO RIGHT to touch me there... and do what you did."

"Mouth SHUT Sophia!"

"I didn't agree to fucking silence and I won't now. I'm going to break your hand that rubbed me the first chance I get you fucking pervert!"

He moved in front of her about two steps away glaring at her.

"Unless you want me punt the hell out of your cunt, let me think of how I'm going to punish you for still wearing clothes..."

Sophia eyed him closely. He was already in a good position to do just that. She brought her legs closer together.

"WIDE! NOW!" he commanded kicking her legs out with a step in.

With a deep breath Sophia agreed and spread her legs as she stood. It definitely felt like a submissive way to stand. Her hands down at her ass didn't help things either.

"Remember this pose." he said hard to her. "You're going to do it on your knees or as you are now anytime I ask. Clear?"

Sophia thought about it. She gave him the most evil eyes from her he had seen yet. Sophia felt exposed and vulnerable, but she wasn't going to keep silent. With a swallow she kept to her agreement with him.

"Clear." she said.

He took a step toward her. Sophia suddenly popped up on her toes, her jaw dropping in shock feeling him claw her vagina through her panties. Her arms flew out to the side in surprise as she looked wide eyed at him. His eyes were staring down at his clutched grip on her womahood. She reacted.

SMMAACKKK!!

A hard right hook nailed him in the chin. He dropped and fell backward in front of her. Sophia, angry look on her face, adjusted her panties and took a step forward herself looking at him. She was fuming with anger. The man was still stunned. She hit him hard and at that distance her boxing skills were top notch, especially since he didn't see it coming. Eyes glaring down she grit her teeth in anger, her chest heaving, she tightened her hands into fists at her side ready to strike again. She waited for him to look up at her standing over him.

"I will BREAK your hand if you EVER touch me there again!" she said stone cold serious pointing a finger at him.

He lowered his eyes to her. A hand was still on his chin showing her how hard she actually hit him. Unsure what to do next she stepped back off of him and turned back into the room. Sophia started toward the door.

As her hand grabbed the knob she realized she couldn't leave like this. She went into the bathroom. Her clothes must be somewhere around here. She opened cabinets and looked behind things but her skirt and shirt were nowhere to be found. After about three minutes of checking the bathroom, where she was sure some of her clothes were, she headed back to the doorway. They weren't in there.

Standing just outside the doorway her eyes caught sight of her purse. It was on the table next to the bed. As she stepped into the room her eyes glanced right. She nearly lost her breath seeing he was gone! As she put her foot down on the floor she mentally and internally braced.