Hunter’s Prey - Mia

Hunter’s Prey-Mia

I was going to enjoy this one.  A sweet looking, little Asian chick that I’d discovered hanging with a heroin-dealing thug.  After tipping off the authorities about her boyfriend, you see I have several connections in law enforcement, I snagged her right from her apartment with the help of my trusty mask and gas cannister.  A svelte minx, I had no trouble hauling her out in a bag and getting her to my playpen.  She was now struggling with her new world, a world in which her arms were tightly bound to a beam directly over her head, while her right leg was tied at the ankle and lifted up toward the beam as well.  Balancing on her left leg, she still wore the little navy blue tank top and pretty white panties that she’d been sleeping in.  Her skin was tanned and toned, and under her shoulder length black hair were dark, terrified eyes that dominated her pretty twenty-something face.  I could see her teeth biting into the black ball-gag as she struggled and cried, staring at me as I sat in a nearby chair watching the beauty of her helplessness.  

“You’re very limber, Mia.  Even bound like that I rather doubt I could get one of my legs so high.” I rose and picked up my knife.  The muffled cries intensified as I came up to her, my gentle hand brushing tears off her face.  “You’re one of those bitches who enjoy bad boys, aren’t you? Your scumbag heroin dealer boyfriend even sold to under age kids.  Did you ever think about that?”

Mia struggled, shook her head, pleading with her whimpers and welled up eyes.  As I cut away her tank top, revealing firm, pretty little tits, I continued my introduction.  

“I had considered taking him too, binding him up nice and tight and having him watch me play you like a fine instrument,” I kissed her face but she pulled away, sobbing.  “But, a guy like him has some serious fire power and it could have been risky.  Now that he’s behind bars for a while I will arrange to have some pictures sent to him.”  

Stepping back I took out my cell phone and snapped a few shots of Mia in the beginnings of her torment.  They came out crystal clear.  Perfect lighting to capture the moment.  I showed her and she again cried and shook her head, struggling in her binds, hopping on her right leg to try and loosen her tethers.  

“No use, Mia, honey.  I’m quite good at this.” Slowly I slid the blade along her left leg, up toward her sex.  “Hold still, my sweet little Asian.  A cut along here and you’ll bleed to death in no time.”  The muffled sobs were stronger now.  Mmmmmmmm such music. As the knife came up along her crotch, I moved to her stretched right thigh before coming back down and slicing off her white panties.  

“I bet your boyfriend would be turned on watching this,” I told her.  “Look at that precious, smooth shaven slit.”  I gave her pussy a few slaps, her heat and fear filling the room unmistakably.  “I bet your drug dealing thug loved fucking this tiny, tight hole.  Did he?  Are you tight? Huh?” As she cried I pushed two fingers inside her and gave her some pump action.  In no time her body gave my hand some involuntary wetness with which to work.  I wiped her nectar over her nipples and licked it off, all the while her sexy body struggling to get away from me.  

“I could fuck you, shove my cock into your pretty pussy, or....I could play with the knife......” I lightly moved the tip of the blade around her lips and clit.  Mia’s body stiffened, not moving a muscle and I could tell she was trying to say ‘No and Please’ thru the hard rubber of the ball stuffed in her mouth.  

“Okay, Mia, I’m gonna take off the ball gag and you can scream if you want to, but I assure you you’re down under ground and I own all the land above us.  So, you’ll be wasting your time.”  

Removing the gag, sure enough Mia started screaming, crying, begging.  I enjoyed it as I moved the blade along her slit and then up her tight tummy to her tits.  The blade flicked at her nipples, which were erect in the cool air I kept circulating in the play pen.  

Finally, quieter, came the standard lines.  “Please don’t hurt me,” Mia cried softly.  “You don’t have to do this.  Please....don’t.” 

Putting the point of the blade under her chin, I moved my mouth to hers.  “Kiss me Mia.  Kiss me like a lover.”  I opened my mouth to hers and she let her tongue flick at mine, though without proper enthusiasm.  In the kiss I could taste the salt of her flowing tears.  “Stick your tongue in my mouth and kiss me like a lover, you little Asian slut.”  I pulled her face to mine, putting the blade aggressively to her throat and then she did much better, kissing me deep, licking the inside of my mouth while she sobbed.  

“Choice time, Mia.”  I stepped back and again let the blade move along her wide open, stretched pussy.  “You can choose to have me cut you open and let you bleed to death.”  

“No, Please.  Noooooooo.” 

“Hold on there are other choices.”  

“I could use that leather strap over there and give you a severe whipping.”  I walked over and picked it up, ignoring her pleas and screaming ‘NO’, giving her two sharp strikes, one on her left inner thigh and the other across her tits.  Both made nice red welts.

“So those are two choices and the third is that you be my little whore and I fuck you.” 

While Mia cried I took some more photos.  “So, Mia.  Death, Pain, or Fucking? D P or F?”

Mia cried, shaking her head no.  I put the blade under her chin again and kissed her neck.  “Say which Baby, make a choice.” 

“Please let me go.  Please.”  Mia was sobbing all over my hand as I again brushed her tears away.  

“Death,” I put the blade against her nipple.  “Pain,” I rubbed the strap over her slit. “Or be my little whore.”  

“Fuck you.  Fuck you.” Mia screamed.  This stunned me.  

I stepped back and mercilessly whipped her pussy and thighs until she was crying out.......screaming.......Then I gave her some more, until her she was striped beautifully.  

“I’ll do it,” she screamed.  “I’ll be your little whore!”  More sobs.  “Please stop.  I’ll be your whore.” 

“That’s a good little slut.  If you can be a whore to a thug, you can be a whore to me.”   

Actually I enjoyed whipping the bitch, but I wanted to fuck her too.  

*****

As Mia balanced on her left foot I pushed my thick, hard cock up into her tight little slit.  With every thrust I heard her cry out.  Then yanking her hair hard, snapping her head back, I started fucking her harder, slamming my manhood into her sex like I owned it.  As I ripped into her damp, whipped, sore pussy I twisted her hair tight, seeing her pretty face twist into a painful wince as the tears streamed down her cheeks.  Mia’s hole was nice and tight, fighting me probably, but she had no leverage to keep my cock from invading her space.  God it felt good.  

“You like getting fucked like a whore?”  She didn’t answer so I slapped her face.  “Answer me!”  I grinded my cock into her breach as she cried.  “Answer me!”  I slapped her face harder.  

“Yes,” she sobbed.  “Yes.” 

“Yes what?”

“I like ...being fucked like....a ......whore.” 

In order to fuck her harder, I lifted her left leg, using my arm and the ropes to suspend her, really ramming my cock into her.  Mia started screaming louder.

“My arms hurt. Please let me down.  Please.”  

I could see the ropes digging into her wrists and right ankle, but I just kept on thrusting into her, using her as a piece of meat.  As I took her slit, I slapped her face, her tits, even tweaked her unintentionally swollen clit.  It was a perfect combination of fucking and torture.  Tightening my grip on her soft black hair I drilled her deeper and sunk my teeth into her neck, biting her viciously before letting her leg down and sliding out of her slut hole.  

Mia stood there sobbing, still strung up perfectly, right leg high, her pussy wide open, more red than pink now, more whipped and fucked than pretty.  An artistic bruising along her neck from my bite.  

“It’s time I give you a new position,” I said cheerfully.  “Make you a little more comfy.”  

I left her arms tied up straight but lowered her extended leg and put her to her knees on a soft pad.  In order to keep her from trying to get up, though, I bound her ankles together and then to a ring in the concrete floor.  

“I’ll do what you want,” Mia said in defeat.  “Don’t hurt me anymore.  Please.” 

“The ropes have a little more slack now, so are your arms more comfy?”   

Mia nodded.   I grabbed her hair and made her look at me.  “I want to hear a thank you.” 

“Thank......you.” 

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, my beautiful slut and if I feel any teeth biting down I’ll beat you and then set you on fire.  Do you understand?” 

“Oh god,” she cried, but she nodded that she understood. 

Gripping her hair once again, I pushed my cock into her mouth and fucked her face slowly at first, then faster, harder, deeper.  Her crying moans felt so good on my flesh as I pulled her face to my groin and humped her hard.  

“I know a slut like you can deep throat.” I pulled her face down my shaft and entered her throat, keeping her there, feeling her gag and choke for a few seconds before I pulled her off and let her suck some air.  A few seconds later I shoved it back in.  On the third one, she coughed up spit and showered me, to which I slapped her face repeatedly.  “A whore mustn’t choke and spit on a cock so generously given to her.”  

“Please, please,” Mia cried.  “I can’t do it, I can’t--”

I shoved my cock back in as she was pleading with me and fucked her sniveling, crying mouth until I was almost ready to cum.  It was time for another position.  

Mia next found herself on all fours on my special table.  Leather loops tightly affixed to the corners held her wrists and ankles.  She had stopped crying and screaming, obviously exhausted, and simply awaited what was next.  

“You’re my whore, is that correct?” 

“Yes,” she whispered. 

“Say it bitch.”

“I’m your...whore.” 

“And you want to fuck me.”  I took another photo of her.  “Say it.” 

“I want to.......fuck.....you.” 

I got behind her and pushed my cock into her slit once again, giving her a few thrusts as I held the leather strap.  

“You are going to fuck me now, Mia.  Up to now, I’ve done all the work.  So move your ass back and forth on my cock and fuck me.  The cuffs on your limbs don’t restrict you that much, so move it.” 

Mia panted, her body slumped, but she didn’t move.  I gave her ass two harsh strikes with the strap, eliciting loud screams of pain from my sexy little victim.  “Fuck me, whore.” 

Finally Mia began moving her ass back and forth, sliding her pussy over the stiff flesh of my cock.  She was indeed fucking me and fucking herself.    I saw her pushing her self with the palms of her tiny hands.  It was so cute how hard she tried to make me happy, just in order to keep me from whipping her.  

I loved the way her ass looked with the lash prints across, so I whipped her some more, making her move faster, making her scream as she rammed her slit back over my cock furiously.  

“I’m doing it, I’m doing it,” she screamed.  “I’m fucking you, please stop.” 

“Mmmmmmm you’re a good little whore, Mia.”  I was close to cumming and slid out of her moving slit.  I came around the other side of the table and gripped her hair, raising her face.  “Ask for my cum.  Say please let me eat your cum, then we’ll be all done.” I gave her face a slap. 

“Please let me eat your cum.”  

I twisted her hair viciously and made her mouth open wide.  Stroking my cock, I sprayed her face and mouth with a thick, white cream.  She looked so pretty as it dripped down her chin.  I took another photo.  

“All done, Mia baby.  All done.” 

“Please let me go.  I won’t say anything, I promise.  Please......let me go......” 

But, as you all know, I don’t believe in letting my whores go once I’m done with them. 

*****

I had Mia on the table, laying on her back.  Her mouth was taped shut, and her wrists and ankles were wrapped in tape and bound together.  Her beautiful dark eyes darted around when they weren’t staring at me.  

“Mia, I am going to wrap you up and then leave you.  Perhaps someone will find you and then you’ll be fine.”  Muffled pleas came from her mouth as I licked her nipples.  “You are a sexy little thing, I must say.  I enjoyed fucking you.” 

Pulling out the bio-degradable wrap, I began wrapping up Mia like a mummy.  “You know that the Egyptians started using mummification in 3300 B.C.  That’s way over five-thousand years ago.”  I kissed her teary eyes as I moved the tape up over her tummy and then her tits.  “Of course they would remove the vital organs and place them in jars.  I will not be doing that, because that would mean killing you.”  

Mia struggled but she was bound tight and it was hopeless.  The terror in her eyes was absolutely delicious.  I wrapped her body up like a cocoon, leaving only her eyes exposed.  Her rapid breaths breathed thru the wraps.  “As you can see the bandages are porous, so you can get air, but it will be easier if you stay calm, my gorgeous mummy Mia.  Mummy Mia.  I like that.”   

Picking her up, I carried Mia out to the grounds where I had a six foot long hole dug with nice comfy box and mattress waiting.  As she saw what was in the hole she squirmed and writhed helplessly as I put her down into her last and permanent residence.  

“Normally people are buried about six feet deep, this only about four, but it should work.  By the way, your wraps, the mattress and the box are all bio-degradable.  Good for the planet, so after you die your body will nourish the earth and of course the worms and things that will eventually feed on you.”  Mia hopped up and down on her body, crying and pleading.  “By the time the rats tunnel in through the box to feed on your flesh, you should be dead.  If not, well, I’m sorry, but you should be.  It will take them a while.”  

Mia threw herself side to side screaming through the binds as I lowered the lid on to the box and put a nail in each corner.  Just that action cut off much of the ruckus she was making, and after I put the dirt back on and flattened it out, I couldn’t hear a thing........  I wondered how much time Mia would have in her dark world before she ran out of air.  Probably not long with the hissy fit she was throwing she was bound to use it up soon.  Oh well, that’s on her.