I've watched her for months, walking around town. She lives down a side street not far from the main drag in the historic district, in an old Victorian house. No roommates, just herself in the top floor apartment; the other two flats are currently vacant. She works at an office in the small downtown of our small upstate city: she walks home every night wearing a short skirt, heels, a nice jacket or blouse. She's really pretty: maybe 5-5, and very small, no more than 100 pounds tops, if that. Slim, though she has big breasts for her size, and long blond hair almost down to her ass. She doesn't seem to have a lot of friends—at least no one ever comes to her place. I've watched long enough to know that. I don't even know her name, but it doesn't matter.
Because she's going to be my slave. She doesn't know it, but tonight's the night.
It was easy enough to grab her as she came home late that moonless night. Her house is screened by lots of shrubbery and hedges, and I just wait for her in the dark, hidden by a big lilac bush. When she's on the porch looking for her keys, I come up silently from behind. She doesn't have a chance: I'm 6-4 and 220 pounds, well muscled, and I take her by surprise. She struggles, but I'm way too strong for her. The chloroform-soaked rag puts her out in seconds, and she sags unconscious in my arms. Worked like a dream.
I get her keys and carry her up the porch-roofed outside staircase to her flat, where I put her down on the bed and then study her for a while. Yes, this is going to be perfect. Since there's no one else in the house, I'll keep her here, in familiar surroundings, for a day or two, until she's broken in and her resistance is gone, then I'll move her by night to my place way up in the hills, where there will be no escape and no one will ever even know she's there. It's a long weekend, so I have tonight and the next four days to work on her, maybe as long as a week before anyone realizes she's missing and thinks to come here to check up. By then, of course, we'll be long gone. But first things first.
I strip her naked, admiring and caressing as I inspect her. Those amazing tits, full and firm, with areoles as pale as the surrounding skin and plump red nipples standing up as I pinch them, but that's not the end of it: she's got no belly at all, just smooth concave softness from hipbone to hipbone, long slender legs, thighs slim but pillowy, a gorgeous firm rounded ass. Blonde downstairs, too. I have such plans for that body...
I have a small backpack with me, with several things I knew I'd need tonight. I reach into it and remove a leather mask, and fit it snugly over her face and lace it tight, so that she can't remove it. Now she's blindfolded and gagged all in one, there are only openings for her nose, so she can breathe, and even that can be closed, if I want to make her feel like she's suffocating. The mask has earpieces too, which I carefully slide into place, so now she can't even hear me—she's completely barred from the use of her senses, except to feel what I'll be doing to her.
Then I slip her arms and legs into leather bondage sleeves and lace them up, her legs close together, her arms pinned behind her back. When she is completely helpless, I sit back and just look at my prize, drinking a beer, waiting for the delightful moment when she wakes up and find herself naked and bound, completely in the power of a stranger.
She's really beautiful, more than I had hoped or dreamed. Slim tanned thighs, those luscious breasts, skin like satin, curvy hips and nice heart-shaped ass. And when I'm finished with what I have planned for her—piercings, a brand, training, a collar—she'll be more beautiful still. As a woman ought to be for the man who is her master.
It doesn't take long for her to come round: I had given her only a mild dose of the drug to inhale. In about half an hour she moans and begins to move. Tries to, anyway; she freezes as she realizes she's nude, hooded and fastened so she can't move or see or hear or speak. I enjoy watching her test her bindings over and over again, whimpering behind the gag, trying to figure out what's happened to her.
After a while, I go over to the bed and get my riding crop out of the backpack, and touch her breasts with it, gently. She goes very still, then whimpers louder in terror. I trace the line of her body from her throat down to her crotch, then ram the tip of the whip between her closed thighs, right against her furry blond pussy.
She tries to roll away from the touch, panicking, but the ropes I've tied her to the bed with keep her held firmly in place. She tries again and again, but at last she lies there unmoving. She's now right where I want her. And I'm going to use her mercilessly. She'll thank me for it later. They always do.
Pleased, I put my hand on her breasts, and she whimpers in protest, struggling to speak. It must be so strange for her, bound, helpless, her senses blocked so that she can neither see, hear nor speak, she doesn't know where the next touch is coming from. But by now she knows very well what's going to happen to her, though she has no idea of her ultimate fate. I let my hand travel over her belly down to her thighs, and she shivers at the touch. Beautifully responsive, even against her will, and I smile. Oh yeah, this one's a natural.
I work my hand between her legs; the leather leg sleeves hold her thighs apart just enough to give me, and my cock, comfortable access to her. I fondle her pussy folds, then put my finger on her clit and slide the clit hood back and forth, flicking her little pink pearl, pressing on it. Her hips begin to rise involuntarily at the touch, and I smile again. This is going to be so good...
I slide my finger into her slit, just barely inside the opening, and she arches, trying to scream a protest. She knows what's coming, but she doesn't know when, and she can't do a thing about it. I keep my finger and thumb where they are, and slip another finger into her ass, until my hand is gripping her like a bowling ball, my fingers moving in her. With my other hand I take the riding crop and slash her a good one across her breasts. She jumps in pain and surprise, but my fingers in her and the ropes on her keep her where she is.
I want to take her dry, for my maximum pleasure, so I pull my fingers out of her before she starts to juice herself, and leave her untouched for a couple of minutes, just so she can wonder and fear. But only a minute or two, I'm incredibly aroused and all I want to do is shove my dick in her. I carefully position myself above her and put my hard, throbbing cock just at the entrance to her inviting, wide open little cunt.
Then, with no preliminaries, I plunge straight into her. And am astonished to find out she's a virgin! I grin and force her open; like spiking a piece of paper, my huge cock goes right through her hymen and plows her virgin twat. I don't want this to be gentle, and it isn't. She needs to be shown that men are her masters, that her body belongs to them to be used however they like. And that that's what she was born for.
As I rip away her virginity, she jerks violently, her screams muffled by the gag, trying to escape, but there is no escape, and I ram myself in until my dick is buried in her up to my balls. Her legs are so closely bound together that she can't fully spread her thighs, and the tightness and closeness are a special thrill for me, making her little honeypot grip me even harder than usual as I stuff her.
This is everything I thought it would be: she doesn't even know who's fucking her, and the fact that she is, correction, was, a virgin makes it even better—I can train her to suit my own wishes and needs. But first I have to show her what she was built to do.
I begin to thrust, pulling out and pushing back into her, over and over; she has a great cunt, tight and hot and able to take my whole considerable length and even more considerable width. She's still dry, so the pulling and friction around her entrance as I slowly stretch her out with my dick is only adding to my excitement. I feel the walls of her no longer virgin cunt tight around my cock as I slam into her, harder and faster.
As she starts to helplessly get wet, my cock slides more freely in and out of her, feeling all the little ridges and softnesses inside her luscious hole. I lean forward to put my weight on her and sink my teeth into her neck where it joins her shoulder, feeling her breasts pillow out for me, her soft belly against my rock-hard muscles, my hands under her ass, lifting her to my thrusts, my dick as deep inside her as I can get it. I want her to feel as helpless under me as possible; when women reach that place of total surrender, that's when they are most free.
I can only imagine what she must be thinking and feeling: this was certainly not the way she'd pictured her first time with a man, defenseless, bound, her body betraying her with its response as she's taken by force and used hard. It's the best way, though; and later, when I put her to other men's use, as I plan to, she'll be able to enjoy the ride as much as they will. Works every time.
She can't move very much, and she doesn't really know what's happening or what to do, since she's never done this before, but she instinctively begins to lift her hips to me as I drill her, offering herself to me like a bitch in heat. I feel myself starting to come, my balls tightening to spurt my load into her pristine hole, and I can feel her cunt walls closing around my dick as she helplessly starts to come herself. With a hoarse bellow I explode into her, and she screams behind the gag as her unstoppable orgasm rips through her.
Wow! Pretty good for a virgin fuck; she's hot and responsive, a delicious little piece of fuckmeat, and she'll make a fantastic slave once her inner slut is fully aroused. I can't wait to see her with two or three men using her at once. But all in good time.
I collapse on top of her; she is sobbing, half in useless shame, half in helpless ecstasy. Her cunt walls are still contracting involuntarily on my cock, and before I know it I'm hardening up again right there inside her. I start fucking her again, slowly this time, in and out in long leisurely strokes, owning every inch of her cunt, and amazingly, she pushes herself up to meet my thrusts, moaning softly, her breath coming in quick eager pants.
A fast learner! At least her body is...she has an incredible twat, virgin though it was. It can go either way with virgins: either they haven't got a clue and just lie there, or they somehow automatically know exactly what to do, what that thing down there between their legs is made for and how to use it. Well, hers won't be wasted any more, that's for sure. She's been deflowered good and proper.
