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I Made You Mine
by Little One Emmi (no address provided)

***

In a forgotten town, a truly evil Mistress breaks and 
kills slaves, that is until she acquires a "slave" that 
is unlike anyone before. (MF, bd, fantasy)

***

There has been a darkness in this town ever since the 
mayor was murdered one night by a vicious lady friend of 
mine. According to her, he deserved it and she told his 
wife that he had been having an affair right before she 
killed her too. The wife had called the authorities and 
when they arrives, Grimm killed them too. The entire 
town of Willow Creek, MT was ours for the taking. 

Overthrowing the town, we made it our own and invited 
all freaks to make their home here. And the saddest part 
of all this is that no one tried to stop us. For three 
years no one has come to the town that isn't a freak. 
Rumors surround the mayor's mansion that the grave yard 
out back gets a new grave every couple of weeks. They 
say the leader of the freaks, Grimm, kills a new male 
prisoner every time they fail to live up to her high 
sexual sadomasochistic standards and can no longer be 
used. 

"You look tired," Grimm said as she glared down her 
lustful body to peer at the young sex slave whose face 
she was sitting on.

"Yes Mistress, if I could only have a small break, I 
could continue to please you." 

His cries go unheard and Grimm pressed her stiletto heal 
into his neck.

"Please don't kill me. We could be happy together." He 
gasped. Grimm laughed mockingly, "You poor little man." 
She said as she twisted her foot and broke the slave's 
neck. 

"Sinful, my dear," she calls out and I walk into the 
dungeon and answer, "Yes Mistress?

"Clean up this useless body, he broke only after two 
weeks. Now we have to head back to the slave market. 
Hurry up, clean this mess and ready the van," she said, 
as she left the dungeon.

I finished up my chores, cleaning up the body and 
readying the van. 

"Perfect timing my dear," Grimm said coming out of the 
mansion and taking her spot in the driver's seat. When I 
notice that we are not heading towards the slave market, 
I question my Mistress. 

"We are headed to a friend of mine's house," she 
replied, "he says that he has a slave that even I can't 
break." 

I smile and nod to her and hope that her guy friend is 
right, for the sake of the slave. 

We arrived and I was ordered to stay in the van. Two 
hours must have passed before my Mistress comes out of 
the house with a man that has a hood over his head. 
"Sinful, get in the back with him," she ordered, "just 
don't remove the hood, something about being to hideous 
to look at. Doesn't matter to me, I get to break him all 
the same." 

The cab of the van and the back of the van were 
separate, and Grimm could not see us for the whole drive 
home. I am glad to have a moment with the man, he smells 
wonderful and I begin to take the hood off his head. 

"Do you always disobey orders?" a deep handsome voice 
rang out. 

"No. And if I did it wouldn't be any of your business. I 
just want to see how ugly you are," I answered.

"You don't fear the punishment for disobeying?" The van 
pulled into the driveway back at the mansion and my 
Mistress opened up the door to the back of the van. 
"Hurry inside you two, I want to play." She giggled as 
she ran into the house. 

"I'm not afraid of her. I'm the one she truly can't 
break. Plus I'm not use to her dead," I said, walking 
him into the dungeon. "Are you afraid?" I asked him. 
"Are you?" he asked back. "Why should I be afraid? I 
know what she does to men like you," I sighed. 

"You think you know men like me?" he chuckled. "Take off 
my hood and see what a monster I am," he said in his 
deep voice. I hesitate but feel compelled to obey. 

As the bag hit the floor, so did my jaw. He wasn't 
hideous or ugly. He was jaw-droopingly handsome with a 
beautifully chiseled face. He smiled and I saw what he 
meant by monster. His spiked blond hair matched his 
spiked canine teeth and I grinned at the predator look 
in his cold, blue eyes. 

"You're not afraid of me, are you Sinful?" he said 
standing over me. "You should be. You don't know what 
I'm capable of," he said as he grabs my neck and throats 
me.

I tried to yell for my Mistress but I couldn't breathe 
enough to yell very loud. He pulled me close to him and 
forced my gaze to meet his. They were the most beautiful 
eyes I've ever seen. Perhaps even more so than mine, and 
my eyes are how I got my name. "What are you going to do 
to me?" I asked shyly. 

He moved in closer and kissed me on the neck, 
whispering, "I'm going to make you mine." 

Trembling, my mind went through various different ways 
in which he might make me his. "What about Mistress?" I 
asked. 

He chuckled but said nothing. Instead he leaned back in 
for a kiss, his tongue parting my lips and working its 
way to mine. He gives my tongue a firm bite and I try to 
pull back but his grip on the back of my neck makes me 
unsuccessful. The taste of my blood pouring out of my 
tongue must have pleased him, he stops kissing me and 
shoved me to the floor with a growl of pleasure. 

"Undo my pants." he demanded. 

Without hesitation I reached for his belt buckle but he 
swatted at me, "with your teeth." He grinned. I looked 
up at him to see if he was joking and as if he read my 
mind he reordered me, giving my hair a tug and shoving 
my face into his crotch. 

I began to fiddle with his belt using my teeth and 
bloody tongue. He must have gotten impatient because he 
finished taking his pants off after a few minutes. His 
manhood left nothing to be desired, erect ad right 
before me, making me wet. "May I please taste you?" I 
begged, staring him in the eye. 

"Yes," he answered. 

I quickly took as much of him as I could into my mouth. 
Grabbing my hair, he forced the rest of himself into my 
mouth, making me gag. "Awe am I too big? Too bad!" he 
said, thrusting himself in and out of my throat. 

I continued to gag but he didn't care. Just as I think I 
can't possibly keep this up, he withdrew himself and 
grabbed me by the neck again, this time picking me up so 
that my feet dangle. He tossed me against the wall and 
firmly pressed himself against me, pressing my back into 
the sharp stone wall, drawing blood. 

Taking a deep breath through his nose, no doubt taking 
in the smell of my blood, he turned me around and took a 
knife from the wall ad began cutting my clothes off. 
Once naked and covered in blood, he stepped back and 
peered at me, as if sizing me up. Without warning he 
spun me around and shoved his cock in my wet slit. I let 
out a cry of pleasure loud enough that I though Mistress 
would hear but she didn't come to my rescue and before I 
could make another sound his hand was over my mouth. 

He pumped himself in and out of me, pounding in a rhythm 
and not missing a beat. I moaned, even though his hand 
still covers my mouth. He moved his other hand to my 
clit and rubbed vigorously until I was right about to 
orgasm. Then he gave me orders to bed him to let me 
climax. I mumbled through his hands, begging him. I 
started to cum without permission, unable to stop 
myself. 

He came to a screeching halt and let go of me, pulling 
himself out. "Tsk Tsk, very bad girl," he said as he 
choked me, "you don't get to cum without me saying so. 
Do you understand?" he yelled. 

"Yes," I answered. 

He slapped me and demanded I call him Master. 

"Yes Master I understand." I corrected myself. 

He walked me over to the table in the dungeon and he sat 
down and ordered me to ride him. I climbed up on the 
table and lowered myself onto him. I used my strong legs 
to move myself up and down his shaft as he went back to 
working on my clit. As my pleasure grew, I begged, 
"Please Master let me cum on your cock. Please."  

"Tell me what a whore you are. "He demanded. "I'm such a 
whore. Please I need to cum Master, I'm your dirty 
whore. Please!" I begged and pleaded. 

"Cum you filthy whore! Cum now!" he yelled as he took 
over thrusting. I came so hard, harder than ever before, 
making a wet mess on the table. 

In one quick movement he was standing and holding me 
with my legs wrapped around him, still fucking me. He 
started to grunt and I knew he was close. I stared him 
in the eye as he grew closer and closer to orgasm. I 
closed my eyes as I started to feel his hot cum fill me. 
My eyes shot open as I felt his fangs pierce my 
shoulder. 

I cried out, loudly in both pain and pleasure. He hissed 
at me and replaced his hand around my neck, choking me 
so hard I couldn't breathe at all. I remember thinking, 
"he's going to kill me." Then everything went black.

Blood…the coppery taste of blood woke me up. I was 
laying in my Mistress; bed. I sat up, way to quickly and 
groaned at the massive headache I had. "Was it all a 
dream?" I thought to myself. Then I heard footsteps, 
"Mistress?" I called out. 

When he answered, "Not quite." 

I panicked and scooted out the other side of the bed. I 
slipped in something and looked to see a puddle of blood 
surrounding my Mistress' head. I let out a scream and 
looked to my new Master. "What have you done?" I asked 
him.

"What I said I'd do," he grinned. "I made you mine."

END

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