She Will Be Mine
By PhoenixPrime and ruralgoddess
� March 2003. All rights reserved by the authors.
Chapter 1:
The days of my youth were growing farther and farther behind me. Over the years my enjoyment of my chosen Lifestyle had allowed me to enjoy many wonderfully submissive women. All had freely chosen to be active participants in the Lifestyle, but as my time grew shorter I'd decided it was time for me to indulge one long held fantasy.
I wanted to find a suitable woman to take and train and be my slave and toy. One who didn't necessarily wish to do this freely but who would, because of my training and teaching, come to revel in the Lifestyle as freely and willingly as one who chose that path of her own volition, if that's possible without breaking her, and that I wouldn't do. That would be abhorrent.
While surfing some of the online sites for things to read, I came across a site with many stories in various genres including nonconsensual sex. Interest piqued, I opened the link and began browsing the titles. I noticed an author's name on several stories and read each of them. Attached to the end of each was a brief bio and a picture purported to be the author.
I read the stories several times and looked at the photo again after each time, a bit longer each time. Finally a decision was reached. This author would be the one. Her stories displayed a kink or fantasy, but not one of the Lifestyle bent. Hers was another, involving rough sex and nonconsensual sex. Close perhaps, but just far enough away to be appealing.
"Well," I thought, "Why not indulge her and myself at the same time?"
It took quite a bit of time to find her. A cross country trip and a visit to her small town in a rented van showed me that what I planned was possible. After wandering around a bit I finally saw her in the flesh. Oh yes, she would do just fine, just fine indeed.
The small town was typical of many, and the people reacted with friendliness to a "lost tourist". When I asked offhandedly who she was, as she looked familiar, I was even given a name that matched the one I had obtained in my research. My comment, "Nope, don't know that name. She must just look like someone I know, I guess," didn't even raise an eyebrow.
It was childishly easy to follow her unnoticed to her car and obtain her license plate number. A call the next day to the licensing office, explaining about the very minor parking lot fender bender and my need to supply the car's owner with my insurance information, got me her address.
The real legwork began once I found where she lived. I hiked about a hundred hours over trails in the hills and woods near her house during the next weeks, looking for quick ways into and out of the area. I looked for out of the way camping spots where I could see her but easily hide and a place to initially take her once I had her. As she had no close neighbors and lived alone, it made it easy to learn her habits and helped me avoid detection at the same time. I found that she liked to hike some of the same trails I'd trudged up and down in my scouting.
Some things are never forgotten. My old Army Special Forces training came in very handy as I set up my covert camps in and around her area and followed her on several of her hikes. She walked along the trails unconcerned as I paralleled her in the woods; never realizing she was being followed and was in sight at all times.
It was delightful to watch her as she moved on her hikes. She invariably wore jeans or tight shorts and either a T-shirt or tight sweater with her hiking boots. All showed off her body very well and her easy and graceful movements as she walked made me even more certain of my choice.
The area was very serene. The view of the nearby mountains lent a particular majesty and the thick forests a touch of mystery to the scenery. I found she was particularly fond of a trail that led to a waterfall that tumbled over boulders and rocks into the valley below. I used it as a water source and even as a natural refrigerator, keeping my food in jars in its icy waters.
Set back in the woods a hundred yards or so from the falls was an apparently abandoned cabin. While not falling down, it was certainly in need of some repairs. I repaired the doorjamb, rehung the thick door and installed a hasp on the inside for a padlock, and boarded up the single window.
I had decided upon the one I would take, located her and knew her movements and the opportunities available. I even had a place to take her. All that was left was deciding when to take her.
I moved the van to a fire road not far from the falls, then waited in my camp on a hill overlooking her house. There were just three days to go until her normal Friday evening after work hike into the mountains. Three days and her normal one or two hour hike would turn into the longest walk of her life. Taking her on Friday would give me the weekend to get us well out of the area and to be states away.
Finally it was Friday. It was time. I broke camp and removed all signs of my presence. The final preparations to securing my prey had begun. All debris was buried, the humus and leaves redistributed to conceal the fact that anyone had ever been there. I loaded my sparse equipment into my van, parked it in a little clearing off the fire trail and prepared myself.
I painted my face to camouflage it and draped a net over my boonie hat to break up my outline. I placed handcuffs, a blindfold, gag, and hood in my belt along with a stun gun, which I'd chosen as the fastest way to incapacitate her with the least chance of accidental injury, and my Bowie knife. Then I moved to my vantage point to see which trail she took this evening.
"Ah," I thought with a smile. Fortune was indeed smiling on me and I took it for a good sign. She was a bit over an hour early. Out the back door she walked about twenty minutes after she arrived home and changed into jeans, a sweater and boots. As I watched her begin her hike, I thought back to my preparations and couldn't think of any I'd overlooked. The cabin near the falls had been prepared, the hardware was in place, and the window covered to block any light leaks. The van was well hidden on the fire road. Yes, everything was ready. I'd followed the Law of 6 P's, Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance, so barring the unexpected there should be no problems.
My eyes narrowed and took on a predatory gleam as I smiled under my head net. She had chosen the fall's trail for her evening hike. Yes, fortune was smiling on me and it was all the better as the van wasn't parked far away. The fire road clearing I'd parked in was only about a quarter mile through the woods from the cabin where I would initially take her for introductions.
I fell in behind her and followed through the woods as she strolled unaware amidst nature's beauty and bounty, not realizing she wouldn't see it again for a very long time after this hike, if ever. She finally arrived in the clearing at the falls, and as was her custom seated herself on a large flat rock.
I dropped to my stomach and began to low crawl slowly up behind her. I'd already prepared my path during previous visits by removing all the twigs and sticks. The sound of the falls would cover any other noise I might make by rustling the leaves or grass.
My approach was slow and cautious. Drawing on my observations of her past visits, I knew she would remain there at least until the sun reached the edge of the hills and the valley began to grow dark. When I was finally within six or so feet of her I noiselessly slipped the stun gun from my belt and rose slowly. With two fast, silent steps I was right behind her.
She sensed something and turned to look over her shoulder. As she saw me looming over her, her eyes widened and then filled with fear. Her mouth opened but no sounds came out, as that was when I pressed the stun gun to her ass and triggered it.
Her jeans and ass cheek muted its crackle. Her eyes grew wider still as the electricity shot through her. She crumpled on the spot, incapable of any voluntary actions. She could see me as I replaced the stun gun and bent over to blindfold and gag her. She could feel it as I hooded her and lifted her in a fireman's carry and headed toward the cabin in the woods. She was helpless, however. She had no idea where I was taking her and there was nothing she could do anyway. Her muscles just wouldn't obey her mental commands, only twitch and spasm.
When we got to the cabin I pushed open the door and carried her to a heavy wooden chair in the middle of the floor of the single room. I lowered her onto it and returned to the door, standing so she could hear as I loudly clicked the padlock closed through the newly installed hasp on the heavy wooden door and jamb.
I moved around and lit several lanterns, then took off the things covering her head, eyes and mouth. I moved away and squatted, leaning back against the wall across from her, then waited as she sat with her head down, chin on her chest.
Five, ten then fifteen minutes passed as I watched her slowly begin to regain use of her muscles. The skin-tight jeans gave away her mental preparations to run, although to where I couldn't guess. She looked toward me and as she did I slowly and deliberately slid my Bowie knife from its sheath. The long blade glimmered and gleamed in the lamplight as I spoke to her for the first time. There is little quite as intimidating and frightening as a naked blade nearly the size of a short sword if you happen to be on the wrong end of its point and its sharp edge.
"You are now mine. There is no escape. You may try if you wish, but know that if you do I will punish you and I will hurt you, perhaps a lot. On the other hand, if you obey me fully and completely that won't be necessary. This is just the first of many choices you'll be given. Choose as I wish and you'll be rewarded. Choose otherwise and you'll be punished as severely as I feel is warranted.
"I await your choice, my little slut to be. You have until I've counted to thirty to make up your mind. If you wish to please me and avoid punishment, by the time I've stopped counting you'll be undressing for me."
I paused briefly and then began to deliberately count, "One, two, three, four, five..." as I slowly stood and watched her.
I liked my life. I had a great job I loved that gave me the freedom to do what I pleased and had no husband or children to tie me down. I enjoyed my independence to much to get involved in a committed relationship. I thought maybe someday I would, but I hadn't found anyone interesting enough to make me want to spend all my time with them yet. I enjoyed living in a small town where people are friendly and speak to each other on the street.
I spent as much time as I could in the mountains and woods surrounding my small town. It was so elemental and reassuring to hike the nearby mountain trails, to connect with the natural rhythm of life and ease the stress of the weekday world.
I felt the same about writing my stories. Sex is just such a basic element of life. I loved to express my feelings and fantasies in a story. I started writing them purely for my own enjoyment until I shared them with a friend. She showed me an Internet site where I could post and share them. I signed up the next day.
I thought it was fun that there was a page for authors to give more information about themselves. I wrote a playful little note about how much I enjoyed sex and posted a picture of myself too. After all, it would be anonymous, right? I submitted several stories. It was fun to check my e-mail for feedback, and send back a flirty answer now and then. I soon had a long list of stories on my bio page.
My favorite topic to write about was nonconsensual sex. There was just something about the fantasy of a man using force or coercion to take sexual advantage of a woman that really got me aroused. Of course in all my stories it was a man I would feel some desire for anyway. But that is fantasy. In real life such a thing would be too harsh for me.
My week had been like any other. I was a creature of habit, leaving for work at the same time every morning and shopping at the same grocery store during the commute home from work. Every Friday I came home to eat a quick supper then took a long hike in my beloved mountains. The week had been long and stressful but I'd managed to get away from work a little early. After a quick bit of supper I donned jeans, boots and a sweater for my evening hike.
One trail in particular was my favorite. Winding through the woods and around a huge outcropping of rock, the path climbs to a spectacular valley. Jagged peaks surround the valley and at the end is a waterfall that crashes between the rocks to tumble down the side of the mountain and zigzag through the lush undergrowth downstream.
I had set out and was soon lost in the beauty of my surroundings. I knew every inch of that valley but still relished each view. At last I rounded the trail into the valley. I smiled at the glint of the falls at the far end, looking forward to reaching my destination. The sun was already beginning to cast shadows through the valley, but I wasn't worried. I knew the way home and always had a small flashlight with me.
I took the long way, crossing the creek several times and admiring the work the beavers had done since my last visit. I finally reached the waterfall and made my way to my favorite rock. I sat down and stretched out in the setting sun. It felt warm on my face and I leaned back on my arms and closed my eyes, the sound of the falls tumbling over the rocks making nature's sweet music.
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle and turned around. I was struck with sudden terror. All I could see was a man dressed in full camouflage gear bent over me. I tried to scream, but something was pressed against my butt and I felt a tremendous shock. I collapsed, unable to command my muscles to move me into the flight I so desperately wanted.
I tried to struggle but my muscles just twitched erratically. I couldn't make a sound, but inside my mind I was screaming as he carried me away. He didn't carry me for long though. After a few minutes he put me down, then the unmistakable click of a lock being closed terrified me. I heard him moving around and then I could see and the gag was removed from my mouth.
The light was shadowy and dim, but I knew where I was. Slumped in the hard chair, my body still wouldn't obey my mind. It seemed like hours passed before I was able to move. I turned my head and saw him squatting there against the wall like a patient shadow.
Defiant, even under such perilous circumstances, I tried not to let my fear show as he stared back at me and drew a wicked looking blade from his belt. He held it up and I was horrified yet fascinated as the lantern's light reflected off the blade.
By the look in his eyes I believed every word he said. My every instinct screamed out to me to try and escape but as I glanced around the room I realized he had securely blocked any exit. I quickly prayed that this could all be a dream, but I knew it was real. I was sure at that moment I was about to be raped and killed. Why else would he have kidnapped me?
As he counted and waited for me to do something, I was paralyzed by fear and uncertainty. Then I was angry. I wouldn't do as he asked. If he was going to rape me then I sure wasn't going to help him.
"Fifteen, sixteen," he counted. I still couldn't make myself do what he wanted. My mouth opened to refuse him and get it over with but all I did was work my throat convulsively around the words I was too afraid to say.
"Twenty-two, twenty-three," he counted on, but I still wasn't moving. My muscles were tensed for flight or fight, but not compliance. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through me, making me feel sick to my stomach. I was afraid of what he'd do to me if I didn't comply, but I couldn't make myself do it.
"Twenty-seven, twenty-eight," he looked at me impatiently as I still sat, my only movement my fearful trembling.
