Going down fighting (Closed for Powerdog16)

[Wolf Vixen]

Natasha Livingston was a very wealthy and powerful woman. She spent a good 15 years if not more working her way up the food chain while at the same time creating her own business. In the end, at the age of 30 she finally had everything she possibly could want. She was the CEO of 6 degrees, one of the hottest social websites. She was wealthy beyond imagination, intelligent in both the corporate world as well as the working one. She wasn’t afraid to go down to the front lines of her business and literally work up a few pages herself.

Natasha loved her life, loved the independence she had worked so hard to gain. She was single, but that didn’t matter to her. She could easily grab a date should she want company. But most of the time she was happy just doing what she loved.

She even explored other avenues as pastimes, like how to shoot a gun, but not only that; really shoot a gun. Most people that wished to know how just wanted to know how to shoot one simple handgun. Not Natasha. She wanted to try out every weapon she could possibly find. She didn’t stop there once she mastered every possible gun, she began to learn everything there was to know about knives, throwing stars, a staff; heck just about anything you could use as a weapon she got special training for. It paid to be wealthy.

Natasha also spent days upon days training with her personal trainer. He taught her things like hand to hand combat using techniques like Krav Maga, Wing Chun to even Ninjutsu, where she was able to use her agility to her advantage. She was highly skilled to take care of herself as well as others.

All of this gave her a very athletic build, strong legs and a flat tummy. Match that with her 5’4” height, dark brown hair, almost auburn, that reached the middle of her back and baby blue eyes, spelled disaster for anyone that tried to mess with her. Her personal trainer had tried a few times to grab her attention, but she refused to go out with anyone she had business dealings with.

Natasha found herself in another long meeting about ways to outwit their top competitor, Grapevine. She knew the CEO of Grapevine all too well, Mr. Franklin Porter. Many times running into him at conferences and other various functions. He was handsome, even sexy in a way, but a cocky ass and she always brushed him off as another wannabe in her bed. She never cared to get to know him because to her there was no reason for him wanting to go out except in hopes of wooing her into her secrets. He certainly picked the wrong woman if he thought she would just roll over for him.

By the end of the meeting she was more than ready to head home. Grabbing up the last minute paperwork she would work on over a glass a wine at home, she closed up her briefcase and headed to the elevators. She usually was the first in the office and the last to go home, except for the tech support guys who were on the night shift.

The elevator doors opened and she stepped in, pressing the button for the garage level that was under the building. It was rather in genius of her to demand they make her garage under the building, which in turn put it under ground. Sure it stayed cool year round but it saved on space as well as the money it would cost to park in the counties parking garages down the street.

Natasha stepped from the elevator and headed for her car. Not once in her whole entire working career had she ever had to deal with someone trying to mug her in the garage, but today would be different. Before it even registered in her mind that he was there, a needle stuck into her neck. She cursed herself as the darkness swept over her vision and her body went limp.

 

[Powerdog16]

Franklin Porter watched as they laid Ms Livingston on the medical bed in the infirmary of his small private hideaway on the island of Porter Del Maro. He said, "Well Doctor Monroe, How is she?"

"She is fine. Her pulse is regular, her breathing is regular. The tranquilizer will wear off in the next 12 hours, though she will stay groggy for 12 more after that. you didn't have to hit her with a double dose, you know..." The woman said as she checked her vitals.

"Oh yes I did. You don't know her like I do. Did you know that she won the California National Ninjutsu Competition two years in a row. She is a very deadly woman..."

He watched a man walk into the room... that looked like a throwback from a Matrix movie... tall lean, wearing a trenchcoat, sporting a bright red mohawk and wearing chain gang leather boots. He held a device in his hands and walked towards Franklin and said, "Okay... it is ready..."

"Tell me about it." Franklin said to his engineer.

"Okay..." He opened the collar up and said, "It is GPS enabled so you can track her anywhere she goes in the world. It is rigged with a tamper resistant lock which will inject enough tranq to knock out a horse. These diodes here... will deliver electric shock through the nervous system at the touch of a button. You can hit that button and magnetically charge the collar causing it to connect with the nearest piece of metal. There is a built in siren as well... which will go off the moment tampering happens with it."

Franklin said, "So how do you get it off her then?"

"With this." the engineer handed him what looked like a small USB drive with buttons on it. he said, "These buttons will control all the features of this device, but I warn you... you don't want to inject her too much... it could hurt her for real..."

"Understood... now put it on her." He said as the engineer slid it around her neck and let it close slowly. The heavy duty magnetic seals caught and sealed the collar shut on her. He then pulled out a small specialized screwdriver and locked the leads shut. When he was done, he said, "She is all yours."

Franklin looked at the doc and said, "put her in leg cuffs... 18 inch chain and arm shackles behind her back. then put her on my sofa in the living room."

He turned, glanced down at the collar and the remote, stuffed it in to his pocket and said, "Can't wait to meet ya... pet..."

Once she was on the couch less than an hour later, Franklin added two more things to her restraints. the first being a link from her leg chain to a ring bolt in the floor. The second... was to brush her hair into two ponytails that were tied off with bright pink ribbons... knowing damn well she hated pink...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Natasha slowly began to come to, she tried to move and that was the first clue something was wrong. She tried to move her arms from behind her back and that is when she felt the restraints on her arms. She struggled to sit up, her skirt not making it very easy. Her head started to pound but she pushed it in the background until she figured out where she was. Her eyes fluttered open, finding herself on a sofa, her legs moving causing the sounds of the chains to rattle.

Her eyes flicked to her legs and seen where there were shackles on her ankles and a chain attaching them together and to a ring in the floor. She paused a moment checking to see what else was different. She felt the collar around her throat, but otherwise nothing else was out of place. She was still in her silk top and black skirt, she even felt the thigh highs in place and even her heels still on.

Natasha glanced around and didn't recognize anything in the room except that it was a living room. She got to a point where she leaned forward and stood up on her heels. She swayed, her legs parting a bit to keep her upright. Her head still pounded and more so now that she was standing. She moved a bit until the chain was tight, then she pulled a bit to test the ring in the floor. It seemed to be solid.

Next she let her fingers move to try and guage what kind of restraints were on her arms. She kept herself calm, knowing eventually she will be out of this. Deep breaths in and out allowed her to stay calm and not panic like most women would. She realized that there was no way out of these restraints until someone helped her out of them. She leaned back, falling back on the sofa and in the process jerking on her arms. She hissed at the sharp pain that shot through her arms.

Ignoring the pain in her arms and the one in her head she began to move her legs again. She would continue to test until she was completely satisfied that there was no way out of it. As she moved around she heard a door close close by, a room away at least. She stopped moving and listened as she heard the door behind her open and close. She would have to move around a lot to try and see who it was so she waited, wondering who would be crazy enough to kidnap her.

 

[Powerdog16]

The door to Franklin's office opened and he stepped inside with a cocky half grin on his face. He watched her roll her eyes as he said, "Well... I see your awake. Did you have a good nap?"

"Fuck you!" Natasha barked back at him.

He only chuckled and responded with a 'tsk, tsk, tsk, what a little potty mouth you have. I thought you were made of a better stock than that. Pity to be disappointed like this."

Franklin walked to the table, opened up a cigar box and bit off the tip, spitting it in the trash. He picked up a lighter and soon had a nice red cherry burning on one end of it. He walked up to her, stopping 3 feet from her and puffed on his cigar a moment. He then said, "I bet you are curious as to why I would insane enough to kidnap you... huh?"

He watched her lurch out at him, stopping only when the chains forced her too. She literally was 12 inches from his face and based on the look in her eye, she was ready to bite off his nose.

He lanced his hand up hard, grabbing her hair, forcing her body to ache as he pulled her closer to him. He knew the chains and shackles were really digging into her skin as he removed the cigar from his lips and blew a massive amount of smoke into her face...

She tried to pull away from him and he said, "Not so tough are you with your arms and legs cuffed... huh?"

Franklin then released her head and backed up and smiled saying, "I have something to show you... something about you on the news I thought you should see..."

He walked to the desk, picked up a remote and turned on the 64" plasma screen on the wall. On it image taken from a helicopter of a plane crash site. A reporter said, "the plane seemed to suffer a catastrophic power failure which caused the corporate jet owned by 6 degrees to crash into the desert landscape. On the manifest, the only three people on the plane was the pilot Peter Calhoun, his co-pilot Walter Huddle, and the CEO Natasha Livingston. The plane hit the ground with such an impact that they suspect little will be found of their remains and all are considered dead."

Franklin turned towards Natasha and said, "Oh man... that really sucks... you died." He turned off the TV and then set the remote down.

Walking back towards her, he said, "So as you are a smart woman... I bet you can fully understand what my intentions are with you now..." He turned and walked back towards her. This time the cocky smile was replaced with a much darker look... and for once, he watched her step back... in retreat.

 

[Wolf Vixen]

"Fuck you!" Natasha was beyond pissed off. How dare Franklin pull some stunt like this. The moment he moved close enough she jumped up at him only to find herself mere inches from him but not enough to do any damage. If he would just move a little closer she would bite his nose off.

Anger burned through her and even went up another notch when he grabbed her hair and pulled her hair back, making her angle her body in such a way that the shackles were cutting into her ankles. She hissed at him before he released her and she struggled to keep her feet under her.

He moved away, toward the large television he just switched on. She watched as the reporter explained what she was looking at. A plane crash like any other that you would find on the television, however, this was her personal plane and she was even listed as one of the travelers.

Her eyes flicked back to Franklin, widening at how he would be crazy enough to fake her death, just to be the best....that was kind of far out there even for him.

When he turned back toward her though she caught the look in his eyes and it was something she never seen before. It was a dark look, a look of a man who has nothing to lose by what he has done as he would never let her go.

The moment he took a step she began to back up. Her knees hit the couch a second before her momentum pushed her back and she fell onto the couch, again jarring her arms. She grunted and hissed the pain as he kept coming closer to her, "You are fucking crazy Franklin, let me go!"

 

[Powerdog16]

"You are fucking crazy Franklin, let me go!"

Her verbal attack was met with laughter... Franklin walked up beside her and grabbed her hair hard, forcing her head back and he said, "No. There... that was easy enough..."

Franklin ran his free hand along her body, over her breasts... down around her ass... and then moved his lips near her ear, "Bet your wondering why I did this to you... huh?"

Her remark was as amusing as it was irrelevant as he said, "Funny... but no. You see... you have always been that proverbial thorn in my side for way too long... your company will be rutterless with you so that ship has sail... or rather, plane as crashed..."

He drove his leg between hers wedging a gap between them. He slipped his hand down around her skirt and then just inside it. God damn he was ready for this!!!

He heard her demand he let her go and he laughed again... then shoved his hand between her legs, over her thigh highs and to her silk panties... Franklin said, "Ahh... now see... this is what I like to feel... soft delicate panties under this rough and tough exterior... "

He reached out of her skirt... and up to her blouse where he tore open the fabric and sent buttons flying everywhere... He ran his hand down her bra... squeezing her breasts and he said, "Do you get it yet?"

 

[Wolf Vixen]

He moved up beside her, grabbing her hair, pulling her from the couch. She felt his hands moving over her but was unable to do anything about it. His lips brushed her ear as he asked if she knew why he was doing this to her. "Because you are psycho Franklin. This will never work, just let me go now."

His response was almost expected but then again she was still in shock that he would go to this great of a length to get her out of the way and take over. The moment his leg wedged between hers, opening herself up for his advances, the shock moved to the realization that he wanted more than just her out of his way.

His hand slipped up under her skirt and as much as she fought against him and the feel of that hand slipping over her stockings before brushing over skin; she couldn't help but find herself growing wetter, aching to feel a touch, any touch. Her breath hitched as her nipples hardened under her bra. As his hand brushed over her panties she prayed he didn't feel the reaction he was gaining from her body.

Before she could protest his hand slipped from under her skirt and went straight to her blouse. She heard buttons land feet away before his hand was gripping her breast. As his hand tightened on her breast she couldn't help the automatic response to arch more into his hand. She tried to play it off as it was a way to get away from the pain of his grip but she doubted he was buying it.

"I get it.....not only are you crazy thinking you can have everyone believe I am dead, take business from me, but you want to get fucked too....I get it just fine and I still say you are psycho Franklin. I wouldn't fuck you willingly, so yeah it would have to take you raping me to get anything from me." She tried to turn her head, even fought his grip on her hair to be able to look at him, "I will have your balls for this, mark my words."

 

[Powerdog16]

With one hard slap against her face, Franklin left a red imprint on his hand on her cheek!!! another hand clamped down on her face and said, "Well then... if you are going to have my balls... let's get started..." He grabbed up a dental bit and wedged it into her teeth, forcing her mouth open wide!!!

He jumped up onto the couch and unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive tool before he let his eyes settle on her and said, "What? nothing to say whore? Suck... this cock..."

He pushed his tool into her mouth and down into her throat!!! There was no remorse, no guilt, nothing but her gagging and choking on his tool!!! He looked at her and knew exactly what it was that she was going to do... which was nothing...

He chuckled... then pulled out his tool and said, "So you won't suck will you? Fine... I can find another hole to put this in..." He reached to her thong and tore it off!!!

The screams from her little body filled the room.... "nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He paused as he positioned himself behind her, his tool at her tiny back hole... pressing in just a bit... He said, "No huh? So... then I guess you got a choice... the ass... or your mouth..."

"mmmmttttttthhhhh" he heard her try and mutter....

He sat on the arm rest of the couch, firmly in position and said, "Then turn around... and show me how why I should always choose your mouth then..."

He smiled as she quickly went to work trying to get around to face him....

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Feeling the sting of his slap she opens her mouth to say something and he forces a dental bit in her mouth. She tried to speak her resistance to him but all of it was rather muffled and ignored. Pushing her back she found him straddling over her and shoving his cock into her mouth. Pumping into her, she gagged and choked on his length. Tears coming to her eyes he pulled from her and flipped her over pressing that hardness toward her ass. She began to violently refuse it.

He gave her a choice, her ass or her mouth. She fought the chains knowing he was dead serious, getting herself turned around she saw him sitting on the arm of the couch with a smirk playing across his face. She despised him for this but she moved over and engulfed his cock into her mouth. Trying her best to suck on him with the bit in her mouth. She would be very tempted to bite his cock off if the bit wasn't in her mouth and he knew it.

She bobbed her head up and down his hard pole trying to give him what he wanted and in the process she closed her eyes. With the closing of her eyes though she started centering her attention on the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. The feel of him hard in her mouth, her tongue sliding and dancing on the underside of his cock was beginning to turn her on. She felt her own wetness increase, soaking her panties as she worked harder on sucking his cock with enthusiasm. A moan slipped from her throat and caressed over his cock as she continued to pump it in and out of her mouth.

 

[Powerdog16]

Franklin watched her with a shit eating grin on his face as she started actually getting into serving her new Master... She did not know it at the time, but this had been her first step...

He felt his shaft swelling inside her as he moved his hand to her hair, interweaving it into his fingers and started thrusting into her as he felt himself getting rock hard and hot!!! He pushed his tool to the back of her throat and barked, "I have needed this for years!!!!"

He exploded into her throat... watching her glare at him but swallow his seed none the less!!! He then leaned over and said, "I heard you moan a few times... i am curious..." He leaned over and felt her panties... and grinned as he felt them wet...

He kept his hand on her hair and then walked around her and said, "What do we have here? Your wet..."

He slid her panties down and he watched her face turn crimson as he dipped his fingers inside her...

Franklin laughed as she tried to get away but he had her hard and locked down tightly. He said, "You ain't going anywhere... so... let's try a little experiment slave... it is called... Cumming for Master..."

He circled his legs around her as she lay face down and he forced her to be bent over exposing herself to him completely... He let his fingers start probing in her... pushing her... driving her... thrust with only fingers closer and closer to release.....

 

[Wolf Vixen]

She couldn't believe she was doing this, but it was better than the alternative. When she heard him groan in satisfaction she glared up at him even as his cum began to slide down her throat. He leaned over as the last of his cum spilled from him and what he said shocked her. He actually had heard her moans during all of this.

When he moved to touch her she tried to wiggle away but his hand on her hair, let alone the chains kept her in place. His hand cupped her and she turned red, hearing what she knew already. She was soaked. He pulled her panties away and she felt the cool air of the room brush over her making things tighten once again.

When he slid a finger inside of her she bit her lip as to keep the moan from pulling from her lips. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it felt good to her. He moved her until her ass was presented to him and she knew where his eyes were.

He began to pump his finger into her and she again bit her lip to keep from moaning, but she couldn't stop her muscles from tightening and relaxing on him, pushing her closer to an orgasm. He added more fingers and the more he added the more she spread for him. He began driving his fingers into her and her control completely shattered. She cried out as her body convulsed on his fingers. She felt her juices flood over his fingers even as she felt the heat creep up her. She growled hating herself for letting him make her cum and yet part of her hoped for more.

 

[Powerdog16]

He looked down at her and said, "So... you are a little whore aren't you? And I bet all those boy toys you have had out there and the rumors about you with them were true... huh? You are a little whore... admit it..."

She shook her head violently and he smiled and said, "Yeah? let's find out..."

He drove his fingers back into her and quickly worked her body like a stringed instrument... bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. He said, "A whore does not even try to restrain her body's reactions... she fights it... constantly... but not you... no way... you are a whore and you know it... see... watch..."

As he brought her closer and closer to orgasm, he could see her body tightening, getting ready for release... and then he stopped... pulling his fingers out...

Her head turned towards him and he watched her whimper, begging for more and said, "Admit it... your a whore?"

She shook her head again... and he smiled and pushed her back to the edge... and stopped.... "Admit it!!!"

For 45 minutes solid he bring her to the edge... and stop... breaking down her very willpower to resist... she was feral... her animal needs were taking over... and he didn't care... she would shake that head or she would have to face this the rest of the night...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Natasha couldn't believe how well he could bring her to the point of an orgasm and then hold off enough to let that orgasm slip from her. She was moaning and groaning, wanting badly to cum and yet not wanting to give him the answer he was desiring to hear.

What seemed like forever grew on longer and longer, Franklin pushing her to that point and then pulling from her only to have her slip down and grow even more frustrated. Growls slipped from her and she glared at him, begging him with her eyes and the whimpers to continue and every time he told her to admit it and she shook her head no.

He pushed her and pushed her until she couldn't stand it anymore, her head was nodding before he could even ask her or demand it of her. She needed to cum and she needed it badly. She nodded her head rapidly, mumbling over the gag trying to scream out that she was a whore, anything to get him to continue what he was doing.

Whatever it was she did he did keep going and she exploded around his fingers. Her cries loud as her whole body tensed and shook from the strength of her orgasm. She didn't care at that point what happened to her, she was totally lost in the wave after wave of pleasure that coursed through her.

 

[Powerdog16]

He laughed at her as she orgasmed over and over on his fingers. He felt her body totally seize up into a massive spasm till her eyes damn near rolled into the back of her head. Her body suddenly and irrefutiably collapsed in on itself, much like a rope snapping from too much tension! She lay on the couch in a heap of flesh, bone, and sweat.

He slowly stood up and said, "I told you so. I knew deep down you weren't strong enough to resist. Oh sure if it were pain, you would mentally prepare yourself to resist such unpleasantries. yet when it comes to resisting pleasures, you fold like a house of cards."

He watched her eyes turn watery and long streams of wetness rolled down her face as she looked up at him, awaiting her next challenge. He said, "So tell me, how does it feel to be a whore to the man you have spent your life loathing, hmmm?"

Smiling at her, he watched her head turn away before he reached down, grabbed her up by her chain and pushed her towards a eye bolt against one of the further walls. He snapped her leash on the wall and then backed up. He walked to his comm and said, "Bring the gear in here."

A large cart covered in pink latex clothing was rolled in by two women whom were also dressed in the skin tight apparal. He looked at Natasha and said, "You are going to be put into this gear, I know how much you love the color pink and all. There is nothing you can do to stop it."

Working with one appendage at a time, her body was wedged into the pink latex body suit. The suit had zipper at the chest and between the legs for easy access. He watched her head disappear into a latex hood, with only the nose and eyes exposed. As a final challenge, her hair which stuck up above her hood through a single opening on the top was tied off with a single bright pink ribbon. A steel yoke was attached which kept those latexed hands about 12 inches on either side of her neck. As a final piece of the attire, she was put into ballet boots. Pink cuffs were attached to her ankles with a 12" chain snapped between them.

He walked over to her and said, "Aren't you my pretty little bondage doll? Well... we got to add two more things. He reached between her legs and unzipped her crotch out. He pulled out a black anal plug and huge dildo and pushed them inside her forcefully, before zipping her back up. He looked into her tear stained eyes and could see how badly she wanted free of this and said, "There is only one way out of this now little whore... through me. You will do my command from this day on without question... and eventually, I will let you go... do you got it?"