The Mugger's Surprise

[BadForm]

"If you are going to mug someone," he wished later he had been advised as a kid, "make sure it is not a vampire."

Ray Jones was a common thug. Tall, stocky, and with far more muscle than brain. He'd never had a job, for some reason the few times he had been interviewed he had been instantly rejected. He had never had a girl either... at least, not without getting her drunk first. Both had something to do with his vicious, almost psychotic, behavior. He made his money simply. By mugging.

He'd been following his latest mark for about twenty minutes, as she wound her way away from the city center and walked down a lane through Wearsham Park, the largest park in the city. She was a beauty, and seemed to be an average city girl. Maybe she worked out to Jane Fonda or something, but she certainly wasn't a fighter. He knew he was safe. This would be easy money.

As she walked through an unlit area of the park, he sprang out and grabbed her... and instantly regretted it.

OOC: Seeking 1 female to begin with for a heavily fem-dom thread. The 'victim' is a vampire, stronger, faster, nastier than humans. The mugger will be her victime to do with as she pleases. I will play Ray, the mugger and leave it up to whoever plays the woman to decide if she wants to open the thread to the vampires friends at any point. Time for a little revenge ladies?

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia-The "victim"

Humans think they have the right to roam this measly planet and do as they wish. Male ones in particular. They think that women are weak and need their masculine touch. Sometimes they think they can just run over the feminine versions of their kind, without a second glance at consequenses.

I have roamed this planet, as I am now for more than three millinium. The worst has been seen in my eyes as well as some of the best. I was tired of people not looking at things the way they are, but there was no way to open their eyes. They looked through tinted lenses to hide the fear and anguish the smelled of.

Tonight though, one human, one man who dared pick the wrong person, would learn. I had felt him as he followed me to no place in particular. I smelled his excitement grow as he got ready to pounce like a cat ready for a mouse. The mouse he chose though was not one he would dare to choose again.

He jumped in front of me, expecting me to run, or try to run, and all I cared to do was pick him up by his throat and slam him against the wall, my teeth baring as I smelled the blood and adrenalyn coarse through his veins.

"Did you need something?" I said, fire in my eyes, a thirst in me so dry only the Sahara could know.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

Ray struggled against the grasp while his mind turned cartwheels trying to grasp what had just happened. She was strangling the life out of him. This... this weak bitch was... what the hell was going on? Ray tugged and yanked on er grasp, to no avail. He couldn't answer her question. Not only was he too shocked, he couldn't talk through her stranglehold

He had to do something. He had to escape. His feet flailed frantically, trying to kick her away.

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

Her free hand went to his crotch, her nails showing him what damage she could do.

"I believe I would stop kicking if I were you. Someone should show you some manners." She said before waiting for him to collaspe from lack of oxygen.

Her home was not far from where he had evetually attacked her. She hefted him over her shoulder and walked to the apartment. Anyone who saw this woman carrying a man over her shoulder she wiped their mind.

Unlocking the door she walked in the sparse room. She kicked the door behind her and locked it, several locks adorning it. Needless to say she liked her privacy.

She dropped him on the floor to prepare his "Room." To the right of the room she was now in was a room, all black. Various toys anchored on the wall, a sex swing from one corner and a bed, with various straps and devices lying around. She only had room for a half bed, but it would serve it's purpose.

She covered the bed in plastic, not wanting evidence to be placed on such fine fabric. Walking back into the living room she picked the man up and heard a moan excape his lips. He would be waking soon and she had to undress him quickly.

She took all his clothes off, not allowing much left to the imagination to be used. Not bad for a man, nice hung cock. This might be pleasurable after all.

Strapping him down naked, she could feel his body squeak against he plastic. Irritating sounds, but that would soon be covered by his screams. She smirked at herself liking that thought.

::One last thing:: she thought to herself leaving the room to get a bowl of hot as hot could get water, a raiser, a little sharp, but not too sharp, and shaving cream. ::Who needs hair?:: She smiled and walked back into the room.

She stood their with a riding crop in hand waiting for him to awaken.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

Ray woke to the ache from the straps holding him spreadeagled on the bed. For a second his mind struggled to recall what had happened. That was it. The bitch. The bitch in the park. What the hell?

He tried to move his arms, but couldn't. His eyes shot open as he turned his head to look at his wrist and saw the strap. "What the fuck..."

His legs were tied too, he realised. He was naked. What was going on? He heard a soft sound at the foot of the bed and turned to see her standing there, riding crop in hand, waiting.

"What the fuck are you doing? Let me up you fucking bitch!"

He tugged at the bonds helplessly.

 

[ARaynes]

A smile crossed her face as she walked to the right side of the bed. "You, try to attack me, and then think you have a right to call me bitch?" With that she let the riding crop drop swiftly down on his abdomen, inches away from his cock.

"Tisk tisk. I don't think you understand what kind of situation you have created yourself." She said, dropping her skirt exposing the creamy flesh underneath, her body covered only by a thong.

She unbuttoned the silk black shirt she wore, showing that under it was a black boustiere. Her mauve nipples peeked above just slightly, like two children looking for Santa. She slipped her arms out and stood there watching him, smelling the anger he permiated around the room.

"Now, you have been following me. Was it for sex?" she said jumping on him straddling his cock. She was not light and she made no attempt to lighten the load on his balls as she landed.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

Her weight hurt more than the whip had, and that had stung like hell. This bitch was crazy and he was helpless. He struggled harder against his bonds, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't want sex with her... even if he was standing up like a damn flagpole. He wanted money. But how was he going to tell this psycho nympho bitch that and live?

"Er... yeah," he lied desperately. "Yeah... Sex... yeah."

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

She smirked. Figures. He would lie.

She lay the crop next to her leg, her hand starting at her crotch and working their way up, running over his bare skin, then streching out until her hands met his and her nose was inches from his.

She could smell him and her hunger began to gain a little control. Her chest to his could feel his heartbeat quicken, raging faster as his anger and now fear sped through him.

"You lied. You know what bad boys get when they lie don't you?"
She said seconds before sinking her teeth into the tender flesh above his nipple. Her fangs protruded, draining just a little blood to satiate her for now.

Lifting back up, blood trickled from one fang as she grinned, she licked it off. "They get bitten." She said in the most serious face possible.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

"AAAARGH!"

It hurt. It hurt like hell. He hand't noticed her teeth at all before that, his fear and confusion driving such apparently isignificant thoughts from his mind. But now... he felt how different her teeth was as she bit him. It wasn't a full mouth, it was two points.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he screamed in terror. "You got some kinda vampire fetish or something you freaky bitch?"

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

Her smile seemed to grow as he said "fetish" behind vampire.

::This poor soul has never seen the real thing.:: She said to herself. "Fetish indeed. I have lived for over three hundred years. Not once have I had a fetish for what I am. To prove it, for I see in your mind and in your face that you do not believe me, watch."

With that, she took her teeth, ripping a bleeding tear in her wrist. Like slow motion she held it above his face, letting the blood drip, drip drip into his face. He watched, as the wound became just a scare and from a scar smoth skin.

"Don't make me do that again. It isn't the most comfortable feeling." She said, grinning as his eyes grew wide.

"Now, what shoudl I do with you? You wanted money and obviously, better parts of you want me. Should I deny you both, of corse I would have to do it painfully, but I could."

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

He'd tried to flinch and look away from her sickening act, but he couldn't. This didn't make sense. Everyone knew vampires were just a myth. They only existed in movies... But... His terror increased exponentially as the tear healed and her words hit him. She was going to hurt him, and from what he'd seen so far, hurt him bad. What could he do to stop her? For once he tried something he'd never tried in his life. He tried begging.

"Please...Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to attack you... I just... Please... Just please let me go!"

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

"Oh, I will." She said. She would let him go as soon as she was done with him.

His fear grew as she stood up to find the bowl of water and the razor. Walking back to the bed she set the bowl, shaving cream, and razor down on the table where it would be easy to get to.

She hand dipped and filled with water as she dripped above hes body and dropped on his crotch. She watched as he flinched as the heat from the water set in.

Next she filled her hands with shaving cream, putting her hands together and smearing it all around his pubic area. "When I was raised, one was treated with respect." She said as she picked up the razor. Slowly her hands went to his cock talking to him all the while about respect. She twitched a couple of times, wanting to scare him into thinking that her hand would miss it's corse.

The razor, soflty went through his skin, pulling the hair, cutting at it. Her nipples hardened as she shaves, splashing water out of the bowl as she cleaned the razor, going back at him again.

"You children now days are only taught to torture your elders, beat your children and be unfaithful to each other." The razor snicked the skin as it went down once more.

"But you, are more fortunate. For by the time I let you go, you will know respect. You will love your elders for allowing you to become the pathetic excuse for a man you are. You will worship your children, for one day they will put your in a home, abandon you as you surly have abandoned those before you. And as for a wife, you will be a man finally. Worthy of her respect and love."

She fingered the cut, making if feel as if acid had been poured into it before licking the blood off her finger. "Are you ready for your lesson?"

 

[BadForm]

He shook his head, biting back the tears of pain, humiliation and fear. Had she used a blunted razor or been deliberately clumsy? If felt like both as she had sliced into his pubic area, tormenting him. This couldn't be happening, it wasn't real. It had to be a nightmare. He tried to pinch himself to make himself wake up, but that only reminded him his hands were tied. Really tied. This was no dream.

"Please...I-I'll do anything, only please... just let me go."

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

She was getting tired of his promises to do anything. She walked to the only other peice of furniture in the room that wasn't being occupied. Reaching in the drawer she pulled out a ball gag.

::This will shut him up.:: She thought to herself.

She walked back to the bed and sat next to him. "Open wide, or I just may shove it in and break all those pretty teeth of yours." She demanded and waited to see if he would obey.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

He was dumb, he was as thick as a brick, but even Ray wasn't that stupid. She had him right where she wanted him and he couldn't do anything about it. The best he could do right now was play along and hope she didn't go too far, though there was scant chance of that. He opened his mouth wide to accept the gag, his eyes still pleading with her for mercy.

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

Shoving the ball in his mouth hard she felt the resistance as the rubber hit his teeth. "OH, you didn't open wide enough." She smirked. She fastened it behind his head and then stood up. "That should teach you to be quiet and not to speak unless spoken too."

Now, he was nicely shaven, his mouth gagged, to keep any insesent babbling from spewing forth and his hands and feet teathered.

She looked around the room. ::What toy should I play with now?::

Her body thirsted, for sex, but also for blood. By the time she left him she would have both. As she was looking for what toy she wanted, mainly making him anticipate her, fear her even more, she saw his erection. ::Ah, we do not want that going away any time soon.:: she thought.

She walked over to the now familiar dresser again rummageing inside for something before pulling it out. She turned, showing him a cirlce, looking simular to a barbed wire slinky. "Do you know what this is?" She asked, for she knew it's uses.

"Many moons ago, a dear woman of my own heart, had her blacksmith fashion something like this up. Elizabeth Bathory was her name. She was tired of her husband getting her pregnant, though it was only one time. This was to cause him so much pain, that he would never take her again. For he was a man and sex was his weapon." She waltzed over to him, and started wraping it slowly around the back of his balls, like a barbed wire cock ring.
"She knew that with this contraption he would never wish to stick his filthy member in her again. She told her blacksmith of this contraptions and kissed him goodbye as her dagger sliced his liver to shreads."

Picking up her riding crop once again if flew through the air, hitting his balls and bouncing.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

Ray's eyes widened as he saw her with the barbed wire. What was this bitch on? What was she doing? And that story... it was turning her on. He flinched as the wire first touched him, only serving to cut his own penis against the metal. He tried to will himself to end his erection, to go flaccid so that she could not hurt him badly, but there was something about this that was exciting him. And that was even more embarrassing.

His eyes scoured the room, looking at all the different toys she had there, half of which he could never begin to understand the usage of. This woman was sick. Why had he tried to mug her. Behind the gag, he tried to beg for his life, but all that came out was a series of gurgled shrieks.

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

Ellizabeth giggled at his garbled cries. He was scared. :oor little man. If he didn't have such a huge erection he might actually piss himself.::


She slammed the riding crop three more times into him. All three in his stomach, leaving large red welts. Once tears came she would be a little nicer, until then she would punish him. Teach him respect for others. Make him fear ever hurting a woman again.

She reached on the table next to the bed, and grabbed nipple clamps. She attached them to his nipples, slowly. The pinched and the chain that was connected to him would pull them tighter with each jerk she gave it.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

What did she want? To humiliate him? To kill him? He was going insane from the combination of agony, terror, confusion and... to his further humiliation, excitement. The whip slashed across his stomach, making him flail against his bonds, and forcing the barbed wire deeper into his penis. The clamps bit him savagely on the nipples, nearly tearing through his flesh. He gagged against the nausea clawing through him. What could he do? What could he do? Whether it was the excitement or some last shred of dignity, he fought with all his will.

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

"Tisk tisk. I was just about to let your gag go." She said without warning, slamming the crop down on him again.

She tucked the crop under her arm, then removed the barbed wire. "I think this has done it's job." She smiled before crawling between his legs. Her tongue licked at the coppery taste of blood on his swollen member.

Her tongue tickled and carressed, holding his flavor slightly in her mouth before swallowing.....

"IT hurts, for you need release, but I will not allow it doesn't it? You want to shoot your wad off, feel it go out, your balls tightening....Don't you. Blink once if so."

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

He flinched before the whip hit. He'd been expecting it. It seemed to be a favorite punishment of hers. All that did though was hurt his cock twice, first on the flinch and then the natural response to the whip. Both pushed him forward in the barbed wire.

He wasn't expecting her to remove it. It almost hurt more in doing so as the little barbs were pulled unhooked. He certainly wasn't expecting her tongue. No, not that. To punish him then pleasure him. He felt the tears well in his eyes as he shook his head, trying to clear the bewildering fog from his brain.

Blink once for yes. Yes. He did want to come. Would she let him? Would she use it as an excuse to hurt him more? He blinked and prayed to a god long abandoned.

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

Elizabeth watched as he blinked once. He wanted to cum.

She would allow him to, but not soon enough. She still had tricks up her sleeve. She grabbed a candle and lighter off the nightstand and lit it..

"Fire once was said to be the embodimont of the gods. They would come and when angered set fire to lands and eat all the lands." She said, before tipping the candle slightly letting the wax fall on his left nipple.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

With the biting of the clamps, he had been watching the candle in dread. What was she going to do? Burn him? Then she tipped the candle and he felt hot wax burn and sear his already sore flesh. He shrieked, the ball gag forcing the sound through his nose, changing its tonality. His eyes clamped as he shook his head violently.

"Oh god," he thought as he smelt the hot wax and seared skin, "she's going to torture me to death..."

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

::It takes a lot to make this one cry.:: She thought to herself, pulling the chain up. She wanted just one tear, to know that he would not do what he had done again. A tear of sorrow perhaps, perhaps a tear of fear, but any tear would do.


She straddled his cock, softer this time, letting him feel the wetness of her through her soaked panties. Yes, she was getting off on this, this man totally at her mercy.

"You are very strong..or have good control. Which is it?" She asked before pouring the wax on his right nipples this time.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

The wax brought another muted scream of anguish from him as he looked up into her terrible visage. He couldn't speak if he wanted to, and he didn't want to because even in his delirious state he knew there was no way to answer that. If he said he was strong, that would excuse her going further. If he said he had control, she would probably use more barbed wire to tie him. He couldn't help it. His fear, his confusion, even the excitement she was causing... It was too much. Though he tried to fight he found water welling in his eyes. It was too much. He tried to blink them away.