Steiner Solveig waited patiently in the basement of the two-story house on a remote patch of country sixty miles north of Pendleham, Alabama. It was one of the many properties he owned. The man was a Nordic Olympian, his athleticism unparalleled. Indeed, he had made a name for himself as the most jaw-dropping, talented winter sportsman on the planet. He stood nearly 6'6, his blonde hair harkening back to his vicious Viking ancestors. Cold, glacier-blue eyes regarded the world from an impassive, perfectly chiseled face. This house, this unassuming brick building, was one of Steiner's 'Dens' as he called them. A place to keep his toys and his victims...until he had no further use for them.
In the early hours of morning birds twittered their inane symphonies outside, but the stillness of the basement remained complete. He watched the young woman's sexy figure. Had been watching her for some time. Steiner wore a full, black body suit made out of a latex-like fabric of his own design. The same one he'd worn when kidnapping her. Easy to dispose of, it also shifted color to match the shades and hues of wherever he walked. Money and the right connections had bought him technology beyond the common man.
He sat on a simple stool. A plain mattress with white sheets lay beside him. Upon the mattress an unconscious brunette wearing only a pink panty and bra lay peacefully drugged. Her wrists were chained together to the headboard and her ankles connected with rope to the bedposts at the foot of the mattress. She looked so beautiful...so helpless, just lying there waiting for his touch.
Rummaging through her purse Steiner found a driver's license and a name. Kassandra A. Stark. The 'A' stood for Alexis. Steiner spoke the name, and how beautiful, even mellifluous it tasted on his tongue. The Nordic predator looked down at his captured girl. She was gorgeous, her dark brown hair spilling well past her shoulders, medium-sized breasts well-shaped on a body that was lithe and slender with smooth, nicely tanned skin. There would be so much to do when she awoke! Steiner glanced at the toolbox which perched on the workbench next to the sadistic workshop he kept in the corner of this, one of his larger 'Chambers of Torments'.
"What shall we do first, Sweetie?" he whispered, his hand gently caressing her cheek. Groggily her eyes opened and the once-vivacious girl groaned.
"Uhhh...what..." She blinked, trying to understand her surroundings. The 22-year-old woman first saw only a masked man in what appeared to be camouflaged fatigues. Her eyes flared sharply as she tried to scream. A gloved hand clamped over her lush lips.
"Ssshhh, Sweetie. There will be time enough to scream later, I promise you." He brandished a combat knife from its holster and slowly guided it to her neck. "Now, I'm going to remove my hand and hopefully, for your sake, you'll be such a well-behaved, quiet girl, yes?"
Steiner waited until he saw Kassandra's barely perceptible nod, the dawning of full comprehension in her pretty blue eyes.
He reveled in the meeting of their eyes and the delicious fear he saw in hers. As the hand came slowly away from her mouth the knife hovered over her chest. With slow, deliberate care Steiner cut one strap of the bra before slicing through the other. With a flick of the knife it was tossed to the cement floor to be forgotten. The girl's breasts stood out now, their nipples pert in the cool, damp air.
"Ohh my. Mmm. Look at you, sweet girl. Such gorgeous titties you have!" He leaned over her, his tongue slowly laving her left nipple. He felt her squirm underneath him, what little she could. His knife dipped low, the flat of the blade slipping underneath her panty, that cold edge of metal resting against her clitoris as she went absolutely still.
"Good girl. You move when I tell you to move. You are either my hot, little bitch or a dead one." He withdrew the knife and began to strip off every shred of clothing, until his nakedness stood out, sublimely planed muscles rippling across his shoulders, down his chest, and even accentuating the taut, raw power of his legs. Especially the legs.
"Do you like what you see, little slut?" He knelt across her, his cock gently resting in the valley between her breasts. She looked with amazement and frantic revulsion at the huge, hard, vein-engorged cock.
"What do you think of my cock, little bitch?" When she said nothing, merely gaping, he slapped her hard across the cheek and slashed his knife across her shoulder. Blood welled immediately where the shallow rend of skin appeared.
"Answer me!" he growled.
"It's big! Please don't hurt me!" Kassandra pleaded.
Slowly Steiner put down the knife. That toy had been overused. It was time to pick up another. He reached underneath the bed and drew out another toolbox. He fished out a pair of tweezers and gently squeezed her right nipple. Kassandra groaned, biting her lip.
"Big? Is that all you can say of it? This hard, magnificent cock lies between your lush, gorgeous breasts, ready to fuck that tight, velvety cunt of yours, and this is all the eloquence I get?" he cried.
"No...it's magnificent, yes," she sputtered. Steiner enjoyed the look of confusion that crossed over her face as she tried to anticipate what he wanted her to say. "Is it magnificent enough to fuck you with? Call me Master when you answer me."
She looked down at it for a long moment before nodding, knowing that this was what he wished. "Yes Master."
"I'm glad we agree," he said pleasantly. In saying, so Steiner cut away the panty and relegated it to a similar oblivion. He looked down, admiring the thatch of her sex. The pubic hair was like a soft down against his fingers when he cupped her there. He felt her stiffen underneath his touch and it made his dick even harder.
"Without your ankles tied and your wrists chained, would you still fuck me Kassandra? Hmm?"
He watched the conflict of emotions flash over the brunette's beautiful face. There was what she thought she had to say and there was what she truly felt. "I...I would do whatever you want," she finished lamely.
He shook his head. "I don't think you're being truthful with me, slut. That demands a good punishment." He slowly began to thrust between her tits, cupping the outer curves of her breasts with both hands and pressing them firmly against his sliding cock.
The Nordic killer and rapist gently shoved his penis back and forth, lunging with his whole body, as the helpless girl felt the warm cock slide against her chest. He did this for several minutes until it had grown slimy with all the pre-cum, the burgeoning desire of his loins making his need seem like a living flame.
"Oh Sweetie...yes...oh you're doing so well!" The faster he plunged his cock between Kassandra's breasts the more he frightened the helpless brunette captive. Kassandra squirmed underneath him in futile resistance. She shook her head and dared to plead.
