Thread: Two's a crowd (Ella X QB)

Some water? I would be obliged to help a hiker like you. he said, his voice ever welcoming except for that slight malice that hinted for things to come. His smile was both charming yet...uneasy at the same time as he took her bottles of water, drawing a handgun from under the drawer when he filled up her bottle with a bit of water. Hearing his slave whimper and groan around the gag, he hoped she knew what the punishment for disobeying his command was. After all, hadn't she endured enough with that chastity belt there? Walking back to the woman, he was surprised when she confronted him. Ahh, yes. Here is your water. he said, handing the bottle back to her. Oh, did you know that trespassing is illegal around these parts? he asked curiously, shrugging. He had concealed the gun within his jacket. He seemed rather...quirky yet overall elegant and refined, though another part of him seemed to be hidden. While one could not tell just what was strange about him, it could be 'felt' simply by talking to him. And you know...I really frown upon trespassers. he whispered softly, drawing out the gun. His face changed from a calm and welcoming person to that of a wicked smirk, eyes darkening with malice. I suggest you put your hands behind your back and fall on your knees. You are miles away from civilization. By the time you can even take a step I would have lodged a bullet into your perfectly fatty tits. That and your heart too! Ohohoho his right hand reached out to her right breast, pressing rather harshly. If she valued her life, she should definitely follow his request. Throwing a handcuff on the floor, he pointed the gun towards her all the time even as he circled around and locked the door she entered through. Put those on. Handcuffs on your wrists. he commanded, then turning his attention towards Mallory, who would have no doubt been watching this scene with fear. In an instant, her hope sank knowing that salvation had quickly soured into capture. I sure hope you know what's waiting for you, slut. And for that, repeat the Slut's creed. If not, I'll make sure you try out the milking machine I made. The slut's creed was a simple utterance he forced upon her, it served to further objectify her. After all, if she would profess it out loud, no doubt feelings of submission would arise. As for the machine, it was a tool that he used to milk live females, with suction cups, a vacuum and massaging mechanisms that would put a woman through intense misery and arousal just for a drop of their precious milk. Any woman can lactate even outside of pregnancy, though the amount remains low and the process extremely torturous. Turning back to the blonde intruder, he told her Russian sluts like you are really nosy. I remembered fixing one up in Ljubljana back at '03. She was so feisty, I quickly made her into a slut in less than a week. Some tycoon over at Germany purchased her for a handsome award but damn, to think she was pretty much fighting me tooth and nail, few days later she was so submissive she would totally eat my shit if I told her to. I hope you'd be alot more compliant than that Chetnik whore I worked up, please....? he said, smiling so earnestly, which came as a strange sight considering his eyes displayed malice yet his smile was sincere.