The Mugger's Surprise

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

That is what she wanted."Now you have been broken. For that a reward." She slid her panties to the side, sliding her wet body down on his rock hard cock. Feeling it pulse as she did.

Her hands reached up and removed the ball gag. "This is for you to moan. If you make any other noise, besides when I ask you a question, I will punish you. Understand?" She said before riding his cock a little harder and faster. She stopped and waited for his answer.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

Fire burst through his cock as she mounted him, her pussy juices seeping into the raw cuts along its shaft. The slight friction of her movement mixed pleasure and torture till he could barely here her. Did he understand? Yes... but... did that count as a question? If he didn't answer she would hurt him some more, if he spoke when he wasn't allowed, she would do the same. When he got up he would nail this bitch, but for now he was helpless.

He looked into her eyes to beg and his plea died in the cold control he saw there. He nodded, hoping that was the right way to answer.

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

She rocked on his cock, feeling his pain and pleasure seep from him. Her body pulled at him, pulling his in tighter as she slid off and then closing around him as she slid him back in.

"Ohhhh, yoou feeeel so nice...." She sid, this time with a little bit of an accent she had been hiding. He could tell she was loosing a little bit of the control she had, her hands running up to her nipples and tweaking them.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

If this was what she wanted, Ray would give it to her. Then the crazy bitch might finally let him go. He tried to jerk upwards into her body in an attempt to emphasise her rocking motion. The bonds gave him virtually no ability to move, but he did his best.

"Yes, fuck me!" He cried out.

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

"Shame on you. YOu spoke out of line!"

She raked her razor like nails down his chest, tearing at the flesh there. Little rivers of blood appeared. Beautiful blood. She licked at one river, tasting the coppery sweet taste of blood, and fear, and anger.

"Blood is so much sweeter when tinged with fear." She said, lapping at another river. Once again she picked up the candle, feeling the blood on his chest she poured more wax on the rivers, searing the new flesh underneath.

"Have you ever heard of the Marquis de Sade? He was a wonderful man, a wonderful lover. He taught me how to override the pain sensors for the pleasure sensors to work harder." She again poured more wax, smelling the burnt blood as she continued to ride and squeeze his cock.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

He stifled a scream, gagging it in his throat. What was wrong with her? He had no idea, but if all he could do was moan, he better not scream. That was what she'd said wasn't it? Moan. He moaned, he forced himself to while the hair on his chest singed under the heat. He forced a moan out as his wild eyes locked on hers.

The Marquis de Sade? Someone showed him a book by that sicko once. What was it? Justine and Juliette or something? Where they had made someone with syphilis rape the mother in law or whoever then sowed her up? If she had been taught by him he was in trouble.

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

She grinned as he stiffled a scream. She now had his attention. She set the candle down and began riding him again. Her body was tensing, and soon she would cum, letting her body go almost completely but more than she dared.

Her stomach tightened as her back arched back, her head flying, her eyes closing....a loud scream, almost as if a banshee had entered the room peirced the air.

"YES!" She cried as her body let go, no longer able to hold back.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

It was the most erotic thing his limited sexual experience had provided him, and he didn't know whether to be afraid or disgusted. He lay there and let her use him as a living dildo, almost using him more to masturbate than fucking him in the way she treated him as an object. And it drove him towards his own orgasm too. When her vagina began to contract on him as the tremor racked her body, he let loose, spurting into her and crying out. He tried to slap a hand over his mouth so he wouldn't make a sound, so she wouldn't take out her sickness on him again, but he couldn't, it was tied. He stared at her in terror. Had she heard him cry out? Would she mind?

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

She had not expected him to cum at that time. But just as he did, there was no taking it back.

She hopped off him, licking at their mingled juices on his cock. "You taste good, but your blood is better." She grinned, no longer trying to cover the french accent that she had. Her fanged barred she burried them in his cock, drawing blood to it again, this time for pleasure of her thirst.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

Ray screamed as his cock was bitten into. He was shaking now, racked with lancets of pain running through him as his very flesh felt as if it was trying to escape her attentions. And yet still she excited him. His cock, flaccid after his orgasm, began to respond to her tongue, even to her bite. He felt his throat knotting in revulsion.

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

Taking only enough blood to fulfill her need, she soon let him go, licking at his wound. "Have you learned your lesson, or should I kill you?" She wanted him to beg now, beg for his life, beg for his release that he would soon need if she let his cock stay the way it was......

"You may speak your mind."

 

[BadForm]

"Yes, I have."

It was what she wanted him to say, he was sure. She wanted to teach him a lesson, well, if he could believe what she was saying right now that is. She'd twisted and turned so many times though that he neither knew what she wanted or if he could give her it.

"Yes..." he said, uncertainly. "Yes, I've learned my lesson."

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

She wasn't thuroughly satisfied. "What lesson have you learned?" She asked, her tongue licking the head of his cock, watching it twich un her hand as she stroked it. She would not hurt this part of his body again, only wanting to please...this part anyway.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

OK so she was going to try to embarrass him, make him look weak. He hated it, but what choice did he have? He couldn't fight back and resisting her just resulted in torture. He flinched and gasped in shamed pleasure as she licked him.

"I learned I shouldn't try to mug you. I-I'm sorry. I just thought you were another woman. Just some weak bitch or something. I didn't realise. Sorry."

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

She sneared as her nails slid down his chest again. ::IS he really this dense?:: She asked herself.

"You should not mug anyone!" She screamed, her body tensing from anger now. Would these men never learn? "What do I have to do to you to make you learn? Cut off your hands? That is what they do in some foreign countries. They cut the hands of a theif off for without hands it is so hard to steal."

Her hands lashed out quickly, grabbing something off the nightstnad before grabbingg his wrist, her nails holding him still. When he looked he saw a knife.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

He pulled back instinctively, the leather and her fingers biting into his flesh, forbidding movement. She was going to slice him up. Oh Jesus, she was going to slice him up. His terror screamed at his mind to start thinking. What could he do to get out of here.

"I won't mug anyone!" He screamed. "I won't hurt anyone! No! I won't! Please!"

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth

"I don't believe you!" she yelled at him. "This will remind you of me every time you try to take another victim. With that she marked and "E" with the knife. "E for evil, for that is what you are."

She looked him in the eyes, "I will watch you, know that, for the next time you see me if you have commited a crime I will not be so easy with you. Do you understand?"

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

The knife didn't so much cut as tear him she was so rough. He looked from the bloody abomination on his arm to the woman... the vampire... before him in frantic desperation. Would she watch him? She couldn't be everywhere could she? If he was careful... but, no... how could he risk it when she had barely let him live this time. He swore to himself he would never mug another woman again. Never. He'd stick to guys. No, not even that, he'd go straight. Anything to get out of here.

"I understand," he rasped.

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

She smiled, glad that she had taught him his lesson.......


She dressed, wearing the clothes she came in with. "There will be someone here to help you, shortly. Remember, I will be watching you."

And with that she walked out of the room, and out the door.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

"NOOOOO! COME BACK!!!"

Ray yelled as loud as he could as she walked out the door. She'd abandoned him and he suddenly wondered if this was even her house. Somewhere she used? Somewhere owned by someone else like her?

"LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!"

His insane cries resounded in the night.

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

About an hour passes before the door opens.

A woman came in wearing a business suit, taking her coat off. She tosses it on the couch and puts her keys on the coffee table. "Damn what a day." She said to herself, pulling her auburn hair from the twist she had it in she sat down on the couch, laying her head back to relax.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

Ray heard the door open and someone enter. Was it the vampire woman? He didn't know whether he hoped so or hoped not. That bitch was crazy, and he was crazier for getting turned on by it. Then a thought hit him. What if it wasn't her but someone worse. And he knew there must be worse. But if he stayed here, he would starve.

"Hello..." he called out, tentatively.

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

"Hello?"

She sat up. What the hell? She called out feeling stupid for it was most likely just her imagination. "HEllo?"

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

It was a woman. At one time he would have though that was good. Tonight, the vampire bitch from hell had shown him that wasn't always the case. Who was this? She sounded uncertain. Some suburbanite housewife? Hell, he had no idea even where he was. If that bitch had been a vampire, and the further away from the memory of those fangs he got the more he was able to try and deny it again, then they were meant to be able to fly or something weren't they. No, that couldn't be. They didn't exist. At least, that's what he was trying to believe.

"Help me!" He called out, desperate not to scare the newcomer off before she'd released him.

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

She heard him again, this time more loud and pronounced. She ran in the direction of the voice and found him in the room. "OH MY! I am so sorry." She cried running over to release him. "You must have had a run in with Elizabeth. What did you do to piss her off so bad."

She released his wrists, taking care not to hurt the one that had been cut so bad. She undid his feet. "Please, let me clean your wounds. You shouldn't move. I will go get the cleaning supplies."

She ran out of the room and into the bathroom pulling cleansing solutions and gauze as well as bandages from the counter. She looked odd carrying this stuff back to the room but being a nurse she knew exactly what was needed.

She looked him over really well, seeing which needed to be cleaned first. "The E looks the deepest. It will be needing stitches, but I can do that, unless you wanna go to the hospital." She said, watching to see which he would prefer.