You're Mine [ Niceandbrutal x lowel ]

[Lowel]

Callie Reed wasn’t the type to get homesick. She always kept herself so engrossed in her studies that such a thing wouldn’t be even possible. Despite this, it was hard to not call her family more than her budget allowed. In fact she rarely spoke to them through anything but email since the dorm provided internet for the students of her university. Oslo, and so far she was loving it. Studying abroad had been something she had saved up for her entire college career, and now as a senior she was finally here.

With a deep sigh the girl got up from the park bench, having taken a break after running a mile. Yeah, it wasn’t much, but Callie was actually pretty proud of it. She hated running, but since she didn’t have a gym in the area this was the best exercise she would get. “All right, Cal. Two more and you can quit.” She sighed, pulling at her long brunette locks tied back at the nape of her neck. She wore the usual work-out clothes- bright pink shorts that came about mid-though, a tanktop that swooped down to show supple breasts wrapped in a black sports bra underneath. The sun, the perfect temperature felt great on her skin when she’d started down the path but now it was just plain hot.

Despite her exhaustion Callie started again, tennis shoes making tracks in the dirt beneath as sweat trickled down her skin. She knew there were paved paths but someone had told her that the dirt and grass were better on her feet, so the side paths closer to the gorgeous trees was where she stayed on most days. And it wasn’t like she was out of shape, nothing like it; it was just…well, she wasn’t a stick either. The girl had hips on her, something she was afraid no amount of exercise would change. The only good thing about it, in her mind, were the breasts that came with it.

With one final mental push Callie turned on her ipod, letting Journey fill her ears as she trekked down the familiar path.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Marius Ødegård had always been painfully shy. A few random and awkward fumblings during his late teens was the extent of his sexual experience. He hailed from a small village in Northern Norway, a place where everyone knew everyone. No secrets were to be had. His lack of sexual prowess, combined with a less than flattering appearance left him the laughing stock of the village youth. It didn't help either that he'd discovered BDSM and talked about it to someone with loose lips.

He moved down to Oslo, one of few cities in Norway large enough to disappear in. He started taking courses at the University of Oslo. That's where he met her. An american student, gorgeous and curvy with luscious long brown hair and as most americans he'd met, an open and friendly demeanor. He wanted her, but she didn't seem to notice his longing stares, although some of their fellow classmates did. He was teased again.

After a few weeks he couldn't take it any more. He started stalking her. He noticed she went jogging, but that she wasn't too motivated. Being forced to train himself to keep his body under control (he gained weight quickly) he could sympathise. A plan started to formulate.

He had access to a small house outside of town, lying in the Svartskog (Black Forest) area. He rented a van and purchased some ropes and some toys in a sex-shop. Gloves, a black jumpsuit and a balaclava helmet completed his ensemble as he waited for her that early morning down the jogging path.

There! A flash of pink and white as she came around the bend of the path. She had her iPod on as usual, and she seemed oblivious to everything except the music and her own breath. He had a quick crisis of faith as he again wanted to back out of this. The sight of her jiggling breasts barely contained by the sports bra and her beautiful face strengthened his resolve. He pounced and knocked her off her feet.

 

[Lowel]

Callie felt as if she’d done everything right. Looking back she could only fault herself for not running with a buddy like her mother had begged. Afterall it was broad daylight and she was in a popular park. Didn’t kidnapping happen at night in alleyways and bars. She didn’t go to many bars, she stayed inside and studied…she was a good girl, a fairly tall girl and 23 in age. Didn’t this happen to younger women usually? She just wasn’t sure…

With a cry Callie fell to the ground, her breathing already labored from running. Perhaps somebody had just fell on her. Maybe it was nothing more than that. “Ouch! Get off,” she whimpered, quickly realizing the man had no intentions of just standing up and going back about his business. Her ipod fell out of her pocket and skidded a few feet, but the girl didn’t notice. “Ahh! Get- off!” She could barely scream she was already so tired, much less put up a decent fight.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Marius had to work quickly.
Rolling her onto her stomach, he pressed a knee between her shoulder blades. The first order of business was to cuff her hands.

"Don't move or I will hurt you" he said in accented english.
He wrenched her left arm on her back and placed it under his knee that held her down, then her right arm. He cuffed the right arm first, then took the left arm and cuffed it. All the while she was squirming and struggling underneath him. Then he gagged her. The whole operation took all of 45 seconds.

He grabbed her under her arms and pulled her off the trail, into some dense bushes near it. He placed her back on her stomach and proceeded to tie her feet. He furtively watched the area. Had anyone noticed? It didn't appear to be anyone nearby. As he scanned the area he noticed he'd dropped her iPod. As he went out to collect it, a jogger approached.

Marius stayed put as the jogger stopped and examined the iPod. Damn! The jogger looked at it, shrugged and then pocketed it. He was wearing an mp-3 player of his own and therefore luckily oblivious to Callie's muffled screams and shouts.

 

[Lowel]

"You're already hurting me!" Callie screamed, but it was no use- he'd already gagged her and the words came out muffled with little meaning. She fought for her freedom, kicked and wiggled with little luck. It had to look pathetic, she had no energy and was already breathing heavily.

When he pulled her by her arms she dragged her feet, making it as hard on him as she possibly could. The poor girl kept yelling with all her strength, praying someone would hear.

But they didn't.

When he went for her ipod she doubled over on the ground as if moving awkwardly would help anyone. This just- it couldn't be happening...what did he want with her? Did she know him? Surely not...

 

[Niceandbrutal]

The jogger had her iPod. He prayed it wasn't marked in any way. He dearly hoped he was one of those assholes that just kept valuables left lying on the ground. If he was unlucky he would look for Callie, they'd then discover she was missing, and then the whole hullabaloo with the police.

For a split-second, he considered letting her go. But in for a penny, in for a pound. He lifted her up, and said "I have a knife. Do as I say or I will use it on you." He couldn't hide his strong accent.

"I will carry you to the van now. Any noise from you and you will, øh, angre!"
(He couldn't for the life of him remember the english word 'regret'.)

 

[Lowel]

Lucky for her captor, holding a knife to her skin was worse than a gun. She didn't know why, but the thought of being cut had always seemed more painful. A gun killed, a knife was just plain torture.

It took her longer to understand what he was saying, as Callie was still getting used to the accent in the area. The language, however, she'd hadn't grasped at all. Her plans of where to go abroad had happened so quietly she hadn't gotten the time to study it much.

"I don't know what that means, I only speak english stupid," she hissed, though her voice was a whisper in fear for getting hurt worse.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"Um, øh, regret! You will regret! And don't call me dumbass!"

He started carrying her, oblivious to the fact that the gag apparently had slipped and she could call out if she so desired.

They approached the van, parked in a secluded spot. As he set her down to open the doors of the van he spoke again (hoping she wouldn't notice the difference in his accent from the sing-song dialect of people from Oslo.)

"I'm going to blindfold you now, Callie. And reattach that gag" he added.

When he'd finished the task he threw her in the back of the van and chained her with a new set of handcuffs, holding the cuffs on her feet and on her hands together.

 

[Lowel]

Callie was too terrified to scream. She didn't know what was the smart thing to do, panic had overtaken her. And then he...he told her what he was going to do. Why would he even bother? But she nodded between sniffles and tears, choking back sobs so she could be quiet as he requested. She was so scared, her fingers were trembling and her stomach twisted. Why, what was she to do...

Being blindfolded was even worse. At least before she could see where his hands were, see what he was doing with her. Now as the man cuffed her in such a horrible position she couldn't even see. "P-please, if-" But it was too late, he was putting the gag in place. Feeling it along her tongue she started crying freely, laying her cheek against the cold metal floor of the van. It was incredibly uncomfortable, but she had a feeling it was nothing compared to what he could do to her.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

To confuse her, he first drove around at random before he set course for the house he'd borrowed. The drive out of Oslo took approximately 15 minutes, and they were in a secluded spot, a house surrounded by trees for several hundred meters.

He stopped the van and looked around furtively. Had anyone seen him? He didn't think so. He risked it. He opened the door to the house, a cozy enough little place with wooden furniture and light wood paneling covering the walls. He then went outside and opened the door to the van.

As he saw her lying there crying, he felt a pang of pity for her again. But he again resolved to go through with this. He loosened the cuffs holding the two other cuffs and then loosened the footcuffs. She was still handcuffed, blindfolded and gagged, though.

He tried to be brusque to scare her. As he removed the footcuffs he ordered her "up!"

 

[Lowel]

Callie looked up, blinked from the sudden sunlight that came through the edges of the cloth. The van was so cold, mainly because of the sweat she'd been covered in from running. The entire ride she'd moved about as much as possible despite being blindfolded. Because of it she'd given herself a few bruises, now showing lightly on her pale legs and one on her cheek.

At his command she started sobbing loudly again, taking her sweet time out of the van. The sooner she moved, the sooner she would find out what kind of man he really was...what he had in store for her.

As if the gag weren't there Cal spoke, begged by the sound of her tone, but it only came out in muffles which made her cry more. Callie had never been one to cry in front of others, it made her feel so weak...

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Pity again overwhelmed Marius. But he couldn't turn back now.

He smacked her deliciously round ass and commanded "move!"
He led her inside the house and threw her on the bed.

Under the threat of violence he cuffed her legs again and cuffed the two cuffs together again. Then he went about closing the van's doors, and the doors of the house. lastly he closed the curtains.

He stood before her bruised and crying form and wondered how to proceed. He ungagged her and removed the blindfold.

"Scream all you want, no-one can hear you!"

 

[Lowel]

Callie opened one eye, afraid a bright light would blind her. But there were hardly any lights...especially with the curtains pulled so tightly together.

Looking up at him fully she stifled her cries, taking a risk and looking about the room. She tried to be positive, tried to think of how this could be worse. At least the bed was comfortable...at least he'd put away the knife.

His hands were rough along her soft skin as he took the gag out, Alice wiping her mouth on her shoulder to try and get rid of the tingling feeling it had left. Her ass still stung from his rough touch.

Turning to him again she sighed, blinking back the tears to get a good look. He had so much gear on... "What- what do you want with me? I haven't done anything to you, I- I've kept to myself...I don't understand..." She'd stopped crying, her body having no tears left to give for the moment. "Show me your face. Or are you so much of a coward that you have to kidnap a tired girl and hide who you are?"

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"You are in no position to be, øh, frekk i kjeften... mouthing off!"

He rolled her over on her stomach, admiring the roundness of her ass. He again loosened the cuff holding the two cuffs together and placed one end around her left wrist. He then sat astride her as he loosened the cuff holding both hands together from her left hand. Her hands were now free, but both had on end of a handcuff on them.

"No funny stuff!" he wheezed as she started struggling.

He grabbed the left hand and fastened her with the handcuff to a bedpost, then he did the same with her right hand. Finally, he brought a length of rope to secure the footcuffs. She was now Securely fastened to the bed. The fun could begin.

He pulled down her shorts and panties, enjoying the musky smell emanating from her. "Don't ever call me a coward" he yelled as he started spanking her.

 

[Lowel]

Callie cried out in surprise, every muscle in her body immediately going stiff. Did he actually just...spank her? Callie had never been spanked in her life, not even by her parents. They'd always favored 'time outs' and taking away her electronics.

"That- that hurt!" she cried out, more in surprise than because of the pain. She felt incredibly exposed, but there was no getting out of the cuffs. The rubbed her wrists in such a harsh way that she wondered if it would leave marks.

Her lace panties felt so tight on her thighs, it only made her feel worse. Did she dress in such a way that had gained such a horrible person's attention? Did this mean she was a slut? "Get off- get off, it hurts," she yelled again, wiggling beneath his hand, her ass tightened firmly.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

He didn't relent his spanking, watching as his hand bounced off that ample but firm ass. He'd stop occasionally to feel her up, then resume the spanking again.

He loved the sound it made, he loved her protests getting more and more weepy as he kept it up, he loved how her ass turned a brilliant shade of red, like she'd been out in the sun for too long.

He kept it up until she started weeping

 

[Lowel]

Eventually, though it took a long time, Callie stopped screaming. Her protests came to a halt and all she could do is let the tears stream down her cheeks. This was unlike anything she'd experienced before, and what terrified her the most was how wet she was between her thighs.

Yes, all that spanking had done something to her, whether she realized it herself or not. The bed was beginning to smell of sex just from her juices leaking to the sheets.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

This was good. She was weeping, but she was also obviously turned on. He pulled her panties down as a wave of the raw smell of sweat and pussy juices hit him, giving him an instant erection.

"I think you like this, Callie!" he said, teasingly.

He found an extra duvet and som pillows and pushed them under her belly, pressing her ass upwards. He then loosened th footcuffs from the rope and uncuffed her feet. As she started flailing her feet about in protest he grabbed first her right foot and tied it to the bedpost before doing the same with her left foot. He readjusted the duvet and pillows that had shifted under her feeble struggle.

She was now spreadeagled on the bed, with her inviting ass and pussy elevated. Marius wanted to torture her just a little bit more, now that she almost despite herself seemed to enjoy it. He went out of the room and came back with a dildo with a rotating g-spot stimulator. She was moist enough for him to insert it into her inviting vagina and switch it on.

 

[Lowel]

Callie struggled every chance she got, despite the pain it caused her backside. But she'd seen enough criminal shows to know what he could do, and she planned on fighting every moment she was awake.

When he had tied her in such a specific way and left the room Callie gasped, fidgeting to try and see where he'd gone. And to see the dildo...it only made her tears come again. "N- no, no way, I don't- you don't understand, I don't do that kind of stuff! I don't- look I've only had sex a few times, okay, I-"

But he didn't seem to care. The large sex toy slid between her legs with ease, causing Callie to gasp with a chill going down her back. She winced as her walls widened to accept the plastic, but painful was the last way she would describe it. Especially when he switched it on.

"Oh!" Callie continued squirming but it wasn't necessarily to get away. "I'm- turn it off, I'm not into this," she complained in a whimper, but her body told differently. What was he doing to her, why was she so wet, why had her crying stopped? "I don't...ahh...where- that..." She'd never had anything hit her g-spot like that, it actually felt- it felt good, and she hated herself for that.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Marius watched her struggle against the sensations overwhelming her. She clearly didn't want to give in, a battle she was losing as he watched her gasp and squirm. He wasn't unaffected by the display, but he wanted to break down her defenses further before entering her himself. Instead he played with her asscheeks and he probed against her cute little anus with his fingers.

Then he grabbed the dildo and started driving it in and out of her.

 

[Lowel]

"Oh! Oh my- please be careful, I've never b-been touched there," Callie groaned, speaking of her asshole. True, he wasn't going inside, but as of right now that was her greatest fear. Was it even possible to go inside her like that, was that his plan?

Either way she finally admitted to herself that his fingers on her cheeks only helped stimilate her. "Hnnn...oh! Oh stop, you have to stop I'm going to-" It was clear she really didn't give herself an orgasm often by how quickly she fave into his advances. Within two minutes of him moving the dildo in and out of her tight, wet vagina and she came with a loud cry. Her walls tightened around the toy, her entire body crumbling beneath him with deep, quick breaths.

"No...get off me, I didn't mean to do that...oh Sir, please...."

 

[Niceandbrutal]

With a voice thick with horniness, Marius spoke: "It is apparent you deny yourself. Why would a pretty girl like you do that?"

As he talked he gently removed the dildo and unzipped his pants. He couldn't resist her any longer. He had to have her!

As he positioned himself between her legs he spoke again: "I want to assure you, I have noe STD's. I hope you're on the pill." With that, he slid into her warm and wet pussy.

 

[Lowel]

"Deny myself?" He meant not giving into her orgasm. Why did he care? "B-because I don't know you, this is wrong...yoy kidnapped me! This is rape!" She hissed at him, still trying to catch her breath. It botgered her that she couldn't see him as he spoke.

No STDs...so a part of him did care about her being at ease. Callie was still thinking this over when something newpushed its way deep within her.

It was him...oh, it made her want to look. He felt thick, filling her as much as possible. It was a violation. It felt sick, disturbing...and somehow satisfying.

"You seriously get off to me being tied up like this! Something is wrong with you, I hate you!" Callie screamed between sobs.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Marius found it hard to withstand her sobs, but he still pushed on. The sensation of those warm and wet silken walls so delicious he forgot everything else.

"Don't cry Callie, I know you like this. I can feel it."

He started going faster as he reached under her body and started kneading her breasts.

 

[Lowel]

He was right, her body was loving it. The feel of his rough fingers on her breasts was like nothing she'd ever felt. There was a raw sexiness to it and the man certainly knew what he was doing.

In fact, he wasn't even hurting her, not really. For her own sanity Callie tried to forget she was being raped. Forget that she didn't know the man inside her. Her cries slowly turned to screams of pleasure mixed with tears. "Why...why..." she breathed, feeling her pussy tighten again. She was cuming already? Cal's hands formed fists as her back arched, juices spilling over his cock and the bed.