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Forced, Filmed, and Broken. ( xMILENKOx and I )

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Katrina walked down the sidewalk of the quiet suburb in which she lived. She was dressed in a black skirt, which fit tightly around her rather curvaceous hips as well as a white, button front shirt which was obviously straining to contain the breasts which lay beneath it. Her red hair was tied up into a bun and a pair of glasses sat in front of her hazel colored eyes. Despite the obviously sexual manner in which she dressed she was actually very conservative and in fact, still a virgin.

A small "click" accompanied each step from the black heels as they tapped along the concrete sidewalk. Her hips swayed a little as she walked. She worked as a secretary at a local business, it was easy, good paying work for a eighteen year old girl. As she came upon her house, she noticed someone had moved into one of the nearby houses. "Huh, I wonder who it is." She mused a little, before turning onto the small path that led up to her house/
 
Derek had not long moved into his new house and so far had kept himself to himself. though he couldnt help but notice Katrina as she come and gone from her house. Another day Derek had spent unpacking and arangeing his home of which looked as though he had only just moved in. Though his attention was more focused on his basement where he had set up a make shift dungeon. Derek was 25 and worked night as a barmen at a local strip club. He was a tall man standing around 6'3" with a slim yet muscular build. He was clad simply in a black vest, black jeans and black combat boots. His black hair was shaved very short matching the length of the stubble on his face. His apple green eyes were hidden behind a pair of black shades.

It was that time again, Katrina was on her way home and today Derek wanted to say hello. Watching her through the blinds of his liveing room window he was quick to make his way to the door. As Katrina came close to his house he stepped out onto his porch and his eyes fell upon her and casually eyed her up discreetly behind the black glass of his shades. "Hey.." He said simply with a freindly smile as he continued to admire Katrina and his mind raced as he thought of all the things he wanted to do to her.
 
She stopped when she heard the man speak. It was a little odd, he hadn't said a word so far that he would speak to her now. "Ah, h-hello." She gave him a small smile. She hadn't noticed he was quite so tall as he was, then again she had only caught glimpses of him through the window every once in a while. "Oh! My name is Katrina!" She exclaimed, having forgotten they had not been introduced yet. She could be a bit ditzy at times, though she was pretty good at looking smart.
 
"Hello Katrina, Iam Derek... your new naighbour..." Derek replied politelty as he made his way down the steps of his porch to the side walk where he stood infront of her and held out his hand to shake hers. He continued to smile as his eyes continued to visually undress her still hidden behind the shades he wore. "Its a nice naighbourhood here, very queit.. nice to see a pretty face around here.. I was worried I would have been surrounded by the elderly and young kids!.." Derek added as he complimented her and joked. Playing the nice guy was all part of his plan. He had done it before and successfully left a trail of broken girls all over the country.
 
She laughed a little and blushed at his joke as she lightly shook his hand. "Well, there are the Fredricks across the street, they are twenty and twenty two if I remember correctly, got married in the woods down by the church. In fact the only old person around here is Mr. Johnson, poor man, his wife died last year, never leaves his house anymore" She tapped her lip as if lost in thought before shaking her head. It was a fairly new Neighborhood, so most of the houses were still unoccupied.
 
"Well its nice to meet you.." Derek said with a smile as he shook her hand gently. After he took his hand away he sighed and stretched out his arms. "Would you care to come in for a drink?.. Its been pretty lonely here on my own so far... had no visitors.." He asked her sweetly, his shades slideing down his nose a little to reveal his eyes which looked deeply into her's as he awaited her response.
 
She bit her lip a little at his request. "Hm, that sounds wonderful." She replied, smiling. Since she was underage, alcohol was difficult to come by, as well as the fact she was a tad bit too naive for her own good. She took a few steps toward him, revealing she was wearing a perfume with a light vanilla smell to it.
 
"Cool, it would be great to have some company!... Mmmm you smell great..." He replied with a smile as her perfume caught his senses. He then casually walked back up the steps to his porch and opened his door for her. "Come on in, Iam sorry for the mess Ive not yet got read to sorting my stuff out.." He greeted her as he stood by his door holding it open for her as he awaited her to enter his home. So far it would seem all was well but his intentions were far from innocent. Though he he managed to pull of this nice guy persona as if it was real.
 
"Well thank you very much Mr. Derek." She laughed a little. It was nice to have someone actually complement her rather than just try and hit her up for sex. When she stepped inside, past him, she looked around. "Now, it isn't that bad in here." She tried to be nice, since this man was treating her fairly well for the time being. Who knows, maybe she would actually make a friend of this man rather than some sleaze who only wanted to know her for her body.
 
Once Katrina was inside he closed the door behind her and discreetly locked it. With her now trapped he went about continueing his little game. Casually he approached her from behind and gently placed a hand on her lower back. "This way to the kitchen.. what do you like to drink?.." He asked nicely as he led her into the kitchen before leaveing her for a moment as he made his way to cupboard where he lifted out a bottle of vodka. He then opened up his fridge to reveal beers. "I got beer or vodka, what'l it be ma'am?.." He asked in a playfull manner as he grabbed himself a beer and popped it open.
 
Katrina jumped a little when he felt his hand on her back. Quickly, she followed him to the kitchen. Quietly, she looked around the room, almost inspecting it as he pulled the vodka out and got himself a beer. "I think I'll have some vodka, bartender." She laughed along with him, playing along with the little ruse. Not once did it occur to her that she had just entered a strange man's home, that she was locked inside with him, and she was accepting a drink; that for all she knew could be drugged.
 
Derek grinned and was quick to pour a double vodka in a glass. The bottle was already drugged a little to make her relax a little more. He was quick to hand her the glass with a smile as he sipped his beer. "Enjoy..." He said with a playfull grin before he finished his beer quickly. He watched her closely as she drank whilst he bided his time waiting for the right moment to strike.
 
"Thank you very much." She nodded before taking a sip of the drink. Oddly enough, it didn't take her long to finish it. Not long after she had consumed the beverage, it was obvious she was relaxing from her posture. Her breathing was a little slower as she looked at the empty glass for a moment before looking up at Derek. "Mmmm, think I could have another?" She asked hopefully.
 
"Sure.." Derek replied with a smile as he filled her glass to the brim. "Enjoy.." He added as he stood and watched her drink. As she grew more relaxed he knew she would soon be unable to stop him. "hey how about we go down to my den in the basement?... Its much more homely down there..." He suggested as he approached her and once again gently held her as he slowly led her towards the door to the basement. He opened the door and stepped inside, he then took her free hand and carefully led her down the stairs into the dark, cold basment. Everything was dark apart from a old couch in the cornor with a video camera set up infront of it that was lit up by a small lamp. "Here why dont you take a seat.." He insisted as he more or less pushed her towards the couch.
 
She quickly downed the drink, not noticing that Derek was watching her very closely. "Uhh, yeah that sounds great." She replied, her mind in a bit of a haze. With the alcohol and the drug, she hardly noticed the fact that she couldn't walk on her own at all. She hardly made it down the stairs with his help as she looked around lazily. "Jeez, it's cold down here." She muttered, leaning on him a little before he pushed her towards the couch. With a small "Ooph." She landed on her bum, her legs spread wide; too drunk to care and revealing the black, lacy thong beneath the skirt.
 
With her in posistion Derek casually turned on the video camera which began to record Katrina. "Take of your clothes..." Derek said in a freindly yet dominant tone, he was still playing the nice guy and with her being a little intoxicated and barely able to walk he didnt have to worry about her putting up any resistance. He stood beside the video camera as he recorded her. His eyes looked over her more openly now as he stared between her legs without a care. "Strip!" He added in a more forcefull tone as his patiance began to wear thin.
 
"Wha? I, ah, no?" Katrina responded to his first request. She was sensing something was wrong, though the mixed effects of the alcohol as well as the drug quickly suppressed any of those feelings. The second time he told her to, her back straightened up a little. "Uh, D-Derek. I-I think I should leave." She mumbled as her hands traveled up her skirt, and slid the thong down her legs before removing the skit. Then, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting her large, firm, breasts bounce free for the camera.
 
"Shut up!" Derek responded angrilly, though he soon calmed down as she did as she was told. The camara recorded every second of her little strip. "Masterbate!" He then ordered. He took of his shades and his eyes began to look over her body lustfully. An erection evident in his pants as he watched her. He then casually reached into the back of the waistband of his jeans where beneath his vest was a pistol hidden. Pulling it out slowly he held it down by his side before cocking it. "Fuck yourself!" He then added with a vicous stare as he enjoyed the sight of her naked body.
 
She looked up at him fearfully as her hand slowly made it's way to her exposed pussy. Slowly, she began to rub the puffy lips, which began to grow slightly moist. It wasn't long before she had completely forgotten about the gun in his hands. She slid one finger into the tight slit, before pushing another into herself. After a little bit she began moaning as her hips bucked a little while she flexed her fingers inside of herself. Suddenly her entire body began shaking as she climaxed, the tight walls of her virgin slit, clamping down on her fingers tightly.
 
Derek watched and filmed her happily. He then began to undress and soon stood naked behind the camera with a erect cock. As the camera continued to roll he approached her slowly and casually pressed the gun against her forehead. "Suck my cock!" He then ordered as he stood infront of her with the cold metal pressing against her head. His hard cock sticking out infront of her pokeing her chest. "Put it into your mouth!.." He added as he pushed the gun harder against her head.
 
Katrina had been basing in the afterglow of her orgasm when she saw the cock poke her as well as the feeling of the gun barrel against her head. Slowly, she sucked the cock into her mouth, nursing it like a child might a bottle. Normally, she would have never done this, but once again, she was drunk, drugged and had a gun to her head. While she was sucking him off, she began to finger herself again causing her to moan and send vibrations up his cock.
 
"Mmmmmmm, good girl..." Derek moaned as he enjoyed her sucking his cock. He eased the gun on her head and looked down to see her pleaseing herself. He grinned, and then looked back to the camera that was recording every second. His free hand took hold of her head and he began to thrust his cock into her mouth, slowly fucking her mouth forceing it into her throat.
 
She had been enjoying herself a bit until he tried to fuck her throat. The minute the tip of his dick touched the slight curve, she gagged a little and bit down almost out of instinct, not hard enough to break the skin though it still hurt nonetheless. She hadn't meant to, and knew he'd probably be pissed about it though it hadn't been her fault at all.
 
"Ouch you stupid bitch!.." Derek yelled as he pulled his cock from her mouth before smacking her face hard. He then took hold of her and forced her to sit on the couch on her side of her knees so she was faceing the length of the couch. He then pushed her heand down against the couch so she was left with her ass in the air. He set the gun down on the floor for a moment as he reached for some rope. He was quick to bound her wrists together before pulling her hands through her legs and then tieing her wrists to her ankles so she was in a awkwardly uncomftable posistion with her ass up in the air and her face flat agianst the couch and her shoulders squashed between her knees. With her now tied up he stepped away from her for a moment and walked over to box behind the camera from which he produced a ball gag. Placeing the ball in her mouth he tied the leather straps around the back of her head tightly fixing them in a chrome buckle. Whith her tied and gagged he stepped back for a moment as he admired the sight of her. "Mmmm, perfect!.." He muttered to himself before he got onto his knees on the couch behind her, with his cock in his left hand and his right hand on her ass he playfully toyed with her by rubbing the naked head of his cock against her pussy, whilst his right thumb began to rub her ass hole.
 
It had all happened so fast. He slapped her and bound her so she was extremely vulnerable, with the most guarded part of her body in the air for his amusement. Whatever effect the alcohol had been having on her, quickly vanished as the situation caused her to sober up. She had been about to scream at him right before he shoved the gag into her mouth, effectively cutting off any argument from her. She struggled against the uncomfortable bindings with little success as he positioned himself behind her. Then the panic set in as she felt the head of his cock rubbing her entrance. "Mmmph, mmmmph!" She cried out into the gag, shaking her head while trying to look over her shoulder at him.
 
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