It was the Undertaker!!! She stood frozen in place behind the security wall. No picture or tv appearance could make justice on how powerful this man was. She watched him fight, win, walk away with no remorse. Her body shook from the impact of the dominance of the man. The lights came on and the show ended and Mya felt sadness. That her desire was unfulfilled.
She headed out to the parking lot, once again facing a lonely night home. Her coal black hair hung to her hips, gently moving in the night's breeze. She looked up at the sky, hidden by all the lights and knew that she had a destiny to fulfill, just wished she knew what it was. As she searched for her keys in the pocket of her tight black jeans that outlined her hourglass figure she had a moment's awareness that someone was behind her before her mouth was covered in a soaked cloth. She didn't even have time to be afraid that arms had grabbed her and were pulling her away from her car before she slid into unconsciousness...
Mya woke sometime later, her mouth sticky and a slight headache. She sat up to find herself on a bed covered in a midnight blue silk coverlet. She looked down at herself. Her clothes were gone, replaced by a see through babydoll nightgown. As she moved to get off the bed, she was jerked by a chain and collar that were fastened around her neck. The chain was braced into the wall above her head. She looked around wildly but all she could see were candles everywhere, giving a soft light to the huge cavernous room with dark shadows beyond it. Someone had kidnaped her, dressed her and chained her. Fury rose up in her and she yanked on the chain, trying to pull it out of the wall.
"Enough," a voice said behind the candles. Mya stopped and looked around for the source.
"What gives you the right to take me against my will, you fucking bastard!" She yelled.
"I give myself the right," a voice said and a huge figure walked into the candle light. Mya gasped and crawled backwards, bracing herself against the headboard. He was dressed in his performance gear. It was the Undertaker!
"Holy hell," she muttered. She didn't know at this point whether she should be angry or flattered. Here was the famous wrestler standing before her. He walked slowly over to a chair by the bed. He unzipped his sleeves, slowly removing his coat as he did in the ring. Mya watched as his tattooed muscles rippled. He also removed his gloves. He removed his hat as he would but only flipped is eyes up for a moment before settling them on her. She pulled herself tighter against the wood. What the hell was going on?
"I am The Undertaker. Those who fear me may be spared for my pleasure, but those who fight me learn to fear me," he said as he slowly walked to the end of the bed. "Come."
Something inside her moved. She no longer felt afraid or confused even though she had every reason. She shook her head to clear it but still felt something crawling through her, making her want to go to him. Desire perhaps? She stood up and walked to face him. She stood a few inches from him, but enough to keep a distance. Making it known that she was not going to give in but was coming to him on her own terms. It was low enough that she didn't tower over him.
"Good," he said. She looked boldly into his eyes, daring him. Her 42DD breasts stood out through the translucent fabric of the gown. Her body visible to his eyes which raked over her frame. Hourglass figure, soft white skin, flowing black hair to her hips. He groaned in appreciation.
His fingers threaded through her long lustrous black hair. He leaned in to taste her lips but she pulled her head back. He slid a hand under her neck to the collar and jerked it tight. She made a soft choking sound and pulled her against him. He kissed her hard, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She tried to pull back only to be flattened up against him by strong hands pressed to her back and buttocks. She only fought for a moment then rubbed her hands against his chest. She gave willingly and took him in. He tasted so damn good. He groaned and rubbed his hands down her ass.
He pulled away, surprising her. "What are you going to do with me?"
His eyes glittered with lust and power. "Whatever I chose and you will enjoy it. Take her," he commanded and two cloaked figures moved from the shadows and grabbed her arms. They unchained her from the wall and forced her down on the bed, dragging her arms over her head to be chained to the headboard. She was trapped and anger tore through her.
"No! You can't do this, I won't be raped!" She yelled as they pushed her onto the bed.
Before she could take a breath, he was above her, pinning her to the bed with his hips, pressing his covered cock into her bare sex. His body tight with anger, lust, and power. She went still underneath him, unable to believe this was happening.
