I'm Going to Make You Mine

She heard their laughter coming from the next room, but she couldn't
make out their words. She wondered what they were laughing about. A
feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach led her to believe that
they were devising some sort of humiliation for her. How could she
have been so stupid? What had begun as an exciting romp with a
handsome stranger had become something completely different. And now,
she was truly afraid. As she sat, waiting, not deceived by this quiet
before the storm, she let her mind wander through the events which had
led up to her current predicament.

It was Friday night, and she was preparing to go out with one of her
girlfriends. They were going to one of their regular bars where the
drinks were cheap, the music was great, and the men were hot! She had
been feeling especially frisky as she dressed. She chose a very short
black leather skirt which didn't even cover the black lace garter
holding up her silky black stockings. The black lace g-string always
made her feel incredible, and the bottom half of her outfit was
completed with a pair of knee high "come fuck me" boots made of black
leather. Her blouse did little to conceal the black lace bra she wore
beneath its creamy sheerness. She left the top few buttons open and
the blouse revealed just enough of her incredibly firm, round breasts.

Her brown hair was pulled up and back from her face, but fell in loose
silky curls down her back. Red lipstick accentuated her make-up, and
matched the colour of her perfectly manicured nails. With a quick dab
of her deliciously musky perfume she was ready. But just as she was
going out the door, her phone rang. Her friend was calling to cancel.
Shit. And she'd really wanted to go out tonight.

Now, sitting bound and blindfolded in a rigid chair, she was wishing
she had changed her mind. Instead, she had decided to go to the bar
alone. After all, she knew enough people there that surely she would
run into some friends.

As fate would have it, she didn't know anyone there. But once she'd
arrived, that wasn't enough to keep her from having a good time. She
headed to the bar first, watching the people around her and enjoying
the open stares of men and women alike. She ordered a gin and 7-Up,
short, and sucked it back in one swallow. In response to her smile,
the bartender replaced the now empty glass with another. This one she
drank more slowly, letting her eyes scan the room until she found what
she was looking for. With a quick swallow she finished her drink, set
her glass on the bar, and pushed through the crowd until she came
face-to-face with him.

He was gorgeous. About four inches taller than her, and maybe a few
years older. His leather pants stretched across a tight ass, and his
black shirt was open at the neck revealing a few course dark hairs
curled against the rippling muscles of his chest. As she stepped in
front of him, she gave him a moment to take her in. She watched his
eyes travel along her body, pausing at the usual places - her breasts,
her garters, her boots. Then she reached up, placed her hand along the
back of his neck, and as she drew his head towards her she whispered,
"I'm going to make you mine." just before she kissed him. She felt his
lips part to accept her tongue which she shoved into his mouth as she
explored, and probed him. She felt him push up against her, and
noticed the bulge newly created in his pants.

She broke off the kiss and looked up at him. "I want you to come home
with me. Now." she said. It thrilled her that he hesitated, clearly
off-balance from her sudden and aggressive approach. "Uh..." he
stammered, "I'm not sure I'm real comfortable with that. Maybe we
could go to my place instead?" She pretended to think about it for a
moment. What really went through her mind was how perfect he was. He
would be a pleasure to enslave. Little did she know that he was
thinking the same thing about her.

She agreed to his place, but insisted on driving, and soon they were
on their way. Very little was said in the car. They exchanged names
and he gave her directions. She imagined that he sat and pondered
where this might lead. He imagined the look on her face when he tore
the obviously expensive blouse away from her body. They were both
smiling as they arrived.

"I'm on the fifteenth floor." he said. The penthouse. She was
impressed. She was even more impressed when he opened the door to
reveal an incredibly spacious apartment obviously furnished and
decorated with only the absolute finest. She didn't have a chance to
notice much more than that because suddenly her arms were grabbed and
pinned behind her back and hands were firmly clasped over her eyes and
her mouth. As she realized that there was no way he could be doing
this alone, she began to scream, and kick. Strong hands grabbed her
feet, and despite her struggles she could not overpower her captors.

There was a chair in the middle of the room they entered, and they sat
her on it clamping down first her ankles, then her wrists. The seat of
the chair only extended a couple of inches, and she felt utterly
vulnerable, aware of how easy it would be to access every inch of her
body. All the hands released her except those covering her mouth and
eyes. A blindfold was tied tightly across her eyes. She jumped as a
voice began to whisper in her ear: "I'm going to take my hand away
now. If you scream, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
She nodded, and the hand was removed. She took a gasping breath then
opened her mouth to scream. Before the sound passed her lips someone's
hand crashed across her cheek, stunning her to silence. Her cheek
burned where the hand had struck and her head was wrenched backward as
once again her lips were covered by the palm of a male hand.

"Stupid bitch." said the voice. Then, "Fine. We'll do it your way."
The hand forced open her mouth and a ball was forced between her
teeth. She felt her jaw stretch as the ball gag was buckled tightly
behind her head. This is where her true fear had begun, and there was
no escape in sight. She heard herself whimper, and someone snickered.
"Tonight," he said, "you will learn humility." With those words, a
hand reached up under her skirt and tore the black lace g-string from
her body. Again she whimpered as the fabric cut into her skin before
ripping, and she struggled futily against her bonds. She was crying
now as the shackles bit into her wrists.

"Strap her head back," she heard. As hands began pulling her head
back, she struggled more wildly, thrashing her head back and forth,
her cries muffled by the ball gag. She felt a strap go around her neck
and stopped her struggling as it was pulled tight, making breathing
difficult. "I suggest you calm down." he said. "Struggling will not do
you any good. Besides that, this chair has more straps on it, and if
you continue, we will bind your chest. And if you still continue, we
will bind your breasts which is not particularly comfortable."

She did stop struggling. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, but
calmed herself until her breathing eased, and the strap around her
throat became a mere discomfort.

She whimpered again as she felt a hand begin to finger her pussy,
which was now exposed between her widely spread and bound legs. She
could tell she was already wet. Despite her fear, or maybe because of
it, her body had turned on and she felt the shivering sensations of
pleasure course through her against her will. The fingers continued
their work, rubbing her pussy, fingering her clit, and then more hands
began squeezing her breasts through her blouse. They squeezed hard,
and she tried to wince away from their touch, but her bindings have
her no leeway. She felt her breath come faster. Her eyes watered with
the pain of the hands clinging to her breasts like clamps being
screwed tighter and tighter. The fingers at her pussy kept moving. She
felt fingertips tease her opening, but they would not go into her.
Then the steady pressure of a thumb on her clit as his fingers played
around her hole. She moaned, despite herself, and as she did,
everything stopped. She almost cried again, as she waited and the
silence grew longer. She started to wonder if she was alone. She began
to methodically test her bindings. Just as she was becoming bolder,
almost fighting the restraints, she realized that indeed, she was not
alone.

Suddenly her blouse was torn open, she heard the buttons pop like a
quick burst from a b-b gun. Then she felt something cold run from her
naval, up her stomach, to her bra. She could feel the tip trace along
her skin and she realized that it was scissors, as she heard the
blades snip through the small piece of fabric which held her firm
breasts in place. She felt them spring free as her bra was severed.
Before she could recover from the shock of the scissors against her
skin, she felt a vibrator shoved into her and turned on.

And then they left her there. And she could hear their laughter from
the other room. Fear gripped her, but she was unable to ignore the
effects of the vibrator as it slowly brought her towards a climax. And
so she waited alone.

She tried to ignore the vibrator, tried to concentrate on the voices
in the next room. She started wondering if this is what her own
victims felt when she lured them into her clutches for the first time.
She thought about the thrill it gave her to watch them struggle. She
thought about how a look of fear in their eyes could make her knees
weak with the desire to fuck them. She had never wondered what it
would be like to be in their position. Tonight, it would seem, she was
finding out. She let out a low moan at the thought, and became
suddenly aware of two things. The first was that she was about to cum.
The second was that the voices had stopped, and she had not idea where
the men were.

In fact, they were watching her. The three men each held a beer, and
were, at the moment, lounging about enjoying the little show they'd
created. One of the men - the one she'd met at the bar - was still
wearing his pants, but had taken off his shirt, and his muscles
rippled enticingly each time he brought the beer can to his lips to
suck back the cold fluid.

The second man was blond, and his physique was equally impressive. He
wore a black leather thong which barely contained his already swollen
member. the third man was naked, and looked impatient. He couldn't
wait for this bitch to suck him off.

Together they watched as the vibrator did its work. They watched her
strain against the bindings. They listened as her breathing became
ragged. She could do nothing but feel. She couldn't even shake her
head because of the strap around her throat. She couldn't call out
because of the gag. She couldn't move as the vibrator moved inside of
her, and she felt herself climaxing, each second bring her closer, but
not quite there, and then she felt it come, that overwhelming wave of
bliss broke over her body. they watched her body stiffen against her
restraints, they heard the low guttural moan from behind the gag, and
as one orgasm stopped she was racked by another, then another. She
could barely stand it - she felt her cunt milking the vibrator for
more. All three men grew rigid as they watched, and one of them
reached over and yanked the vibrator free. Now it was their turn.

She didn't have the energy to struggle as she felt more straps being
cinched against her body. There were two over her chest - just above
and below her breasts, framing them perfectly. The third was pulled
painfully tight along her hips.

"Hold on tight," she heard, a fraction of a second before she felt
herself plunging face-first towards the floor, chair and all. She was
stopped with a jolt, the weight of her body supported by the
restraints. Her body was suspended about three feet off the ground.
Her legs, still held open by the restraints, now framed her inflamed
slit, which could easily be accessed from behind by any of the men.
She hadn't even had time to scream. She could feel her heart slamming
in her chest. She was utterly helpless, completely at their mercy, and
fully exposed.

The pressure of the straps on her chest and throat had a twofold
effect. First, they made it difficult to breath, and she was already
becoming light-headed. Second, they put an exquisite pressure on her
breast. She could feel them hanging down, swelling, and she knew how
sensitive they would become. She was proven right when she felt a pair
of lips close over one nipple. She whimpered as she felt teeth graze
against the pink skin, and the pain shot a thrill of excitement
straight down her body until she could feel the pulsing of her
engorged clit.

The fingers fondling her other breast were equally rough. The pain of
the pinching and biting intensified, and brought tears to her eyes.
She whimpered again, and just as she knew she could take no more, a
hard prick was rammed deep and hard into her cunt.

She came again, suddenly and hard, and just as she did the ball gag
was released and she heard her voice fill the room, crying out
wordlessly. But she was not allowed much time to enjoy even this small
taste of freedom. The prick buried in her pussy kept hammering at her,
and suddenly a second prick forced its way into her mouth, and she was
caught in a kind of tug-o-war. When her cunt was full, her mouth was
empty, and vice-versa. The two men pushed her back and forth, fucking
her hard from both ends.


She was consumed by the sensations assailing her body. The straps
binding her bit into her flesh. The pricks of the men at her ass and
her head rocked her body. The lips and fingers continued to torture
her breasts. And then she heard one of them groan, and it sent her
over the edge. It took everything in her not to bite down on the man
in her mouth. Her body convulsed, and the muscles in her pussy milked
the dick shoved deep inside her, and she felt him thrust one more time
against her as he came, showering the inside of her cunt with his
seed. The prick in her mouth wasn't far behind as her mouth sucked
with animal abandon, and he came, shooting the hot liquid deep in her
throat.

Her body felt suddenly empty as the men stepped away. "It's my turn
now." she heard, and wondered if she would be able to find the energy
to please him too. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt herself,
and her chair, tilted back to a normal position. She felt her body
ache as one by one each binding was released.

Gently, arms lifted her from the chair and carried her to the nearby
bed. She had no strength left in her to struggle. Nor did she want to,
at this point. As he gently laid her on the soft bed, he whispered,
"You have behaved so well, and now you shall be rewarded. Laying there
right now, your blouse torn, your body used, you are a vision of
beauty." He continued to whisper in her ear as his hands caressed her
body. Soothing her aching breasts, tracing the welts left by the
straps, dancing through her hair with reverence. Patiently, and gently
he touched her, all the while whispering to her of her beauty, and his
need for her. And despite the aching of her body, despite her
exhaustion, it was not long before she was moaning beneath him,
begging him to please be inside of her. Soon, he promised, but there
was something she had to say first. She begged him to tell her.
Anything, she vowed.

"Tell me that you're mine." he whispered. Her heart skipped a beat as
she remembered those fateful words she had uttered at the bar. But she
didn't hesitate. "I'm yours," she said, "You have made me yours."

And he mounted her with such exquisite passion. They came together
rocking as one until they finally collapsed side-by-side on the bed.
She reached to remove the blindfold, but he stopped her. "Sleep now."
and he gently stroked her hair and face until she fell asleep.

When she awoke, it was in her own bed, and it was already noon. Next
to her on the pillow lay a single white rose and a note. "You are
beautiful, and intoxicating. -John" She smiled, and as she sat up she
noticed a box at the end of the bed. She opened it. Inside she found a
new black skirt, a new cream-coloured sheer blouse, and a scarlet bra,
panty, and garter set. On top of the pile was a blindfold, and a note:
"For next time."