The Mountie by Storyteller Back.
Liz really loved this job. It was fun being a Mountie. It was true that there were very few women Mounties but then, it was a man's job as it was very tough, not to mention the cold weather. But that's what made it fun, so many men trying to lavish their attentions on you. Liz was very attractive and had been very popular with boys right from high school, when she blossomed. And now, she was enjoying the fact that the Mounties who were the fantasy of most women fantasized about her instead. Liz was an extrovert and also a bit of an exhibitionist. The boys had often seen her lounging naked in the showers as this male dominated occupation never thought of having separate lockers for women and Liz never objected as she liked it somewhat. The only thing she missed was that she had not been able to enslave any of these boys. She was a real domme and she really missed her last slave, but it was sifficult to enslave one of these men. The only part she did not like was the cold weather and today was a very bad day as Liz braved the storm to complete her patrol duties. It was almost by chance that she came across that man. His white prison uniform with black stripes was not easy to detect in the snow and he was too fatigued to have attracted her attention had she passed by even a few feet from him. But as fate would have it, he was in her path, and seeing him, Liz was happy to be able to get her hands on this man who had probably escaped from prison. The first thought to cross Liz's mind was to get him out of the cold. Even though he was an escaped convict, she had to get him to safety. That way he would live, and of course complete his sentence. Liz knew there was a deserted cabin nearby and it would be well stocked with firewood as well as canned food. Hell, the way the storm was progressing, she would probably have to spend a few days in that cabin. Liz managed to put the dying man over her shoulders and thanking her trainers for her fitness, hauled him to the cabin, which thankfully, was just a few meters away, though it seemed as if she had carried him for miles. Liz dumped the man in front of the fireplace and got the fire going. She was happy that the firewood was plenty and was not wet. It seemed as if she would have to spend a few days here. She looked at her wet clothes and decided to get them off before she caught a cold. The man was still exhausted and appeared to be pretty harmless in his present state. She would dry him up later, after she had taken care of herself. Liz moved to the gas stove and finding a pack of soup in the cabinet set it on the fire, hoping that the soup would do its bit in warming them up. She then stripped off her wet uniform, shoes and socks, and stood there in her lacy underwear, showingoff her fit, sexy body oblivious to the man who lay on the floor, in front of the fireplace. Liz felt the wetness of her lacy bra and panties, and removed them as well, not realizing the potential danger to herself from the desperate criminal. He had not only recovered, but was eyeing her beautiful naked form. Liz turned around and walked over to him when she heard him stir, telling him to undress and dry his clothes before he caught frostbite. She also told him that she was making hot soup for him, and mistook the glimmer of lust in his eyes for desire for hot food after a long exposure to cold. As the man made no move to undress himself, Liz unbuttoned and removed his wet sweater and shirt, not realizing that she was practically thrusting her beautiful big and firm tits with their lovely erect-from-the-cold nipples in his face. Had she seen the look of raw lust in his face, she would have taken some protection, but she considered the man to be harmless in his fatigued state, as she removed his trousers and undies. Liz saw his shriveled cock beginning to twitch, and she giggled, thinking that the man was now probably out of danger, not realizing that he was becoming potentially dangerous all the time. She collected his clothes, and arranged them near the fire, along with her own clothes, so that they would dry quickly. When the man attacked her, she had her back turned to him, and was taken by surprise. The desperado picked up a knife lying near the stove and had its sharp edge to her slender and vulnerable neck as he stood behind her. Liz was too shocked to react as she recovered from the suddenness of this attack, planning her defense, thinking about what she had learnt in the police academy. The man groaned with lust behind her and rubbed his hard prick against Liz's firm and shapely butt. He roughly told her to do what she was told to if she wanted to live. The man tried to pull her hands behind her and, probably underestimating the woman, and not realizing that he was still too exhausted from his exposure to the cold and she was a physically fit trained mountie, moved his knife hand away from her neck. Liz, who had been waiting for this moment reacted swiftly and decisively. She could feel the man's cock rubbing her butt, and estimating the position of his balls, she struck hard with her right hand. The blow was not properly placed due to the awkward position of her hand, but it was enough to make the man squeal, and his knife moved away from Liz's body. Liz immediately turned around and brought her knee up, grinning at the solid contact of her knee bone with the man's exposed balls. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground, doubling up in pain. She pulled her leg back and struck out at his face. Another scream from him pleased her, and also exposed his balls again. The man's actions had brought out the dominant cruel femme in Liz and she was angry at the man and bringing her foot up, brought it down hard over his balls, regretting that she had taken her shoes off. The crunch of his balls deeply satisfied Liz, and also took its toll on the exhausted man, who fainted with the combined effect of the pain and his exposure to the cold. Liz quickly rushed over to her shoulder bag, which was full of her goodies. She was thankful that she had taken the advice of her trainers to be fully prepared for any eventuality literally, and had lots of her goodies with her. It did appear that the two of them would have to spend a few days here, in this deserted cabin snowed in with a storm, and Liz decided to make the most of it. She had not dominated a man for quite some time, and this scumbag criminal, who had attacked her deserved some punishment, and she deserved some fun. Liz quickly tied his hands to his ankles and bending him at his waist, she tied the rope around the back of his thighs, so that the rope effectively doubled him over. She then put a rope around his waist and used it to tie him to a post that was in the middle of the room, pressing his back against the post, so that he stood doubled over on his legs, his butt exposed to her. She then sat own to have a cup of hot soup, waiting for him to recover. The man soon regained consciousness, and finding himself trussed up started venting his ire on Liz, shouting at her and threatening to rip her ass with his thick cock, once he was free. Liz was livid at the man, a common criminal, an escpaed convict trying to rape her, a Mountie, and that too when she had rescued him from the jaws of death, and she a domme. Well, he would pay for his bad manners, and maybe she would rape his ass with her dildoes and butt plugs, but first she would let him know who was boss around here. She would break him in so as to say, and she'd enjoy that, she chuckled. She moved over to the fireplace where her clothes were drying, and retrieving her heavy uniform belt walked back to this man who continued to shower profanities. She doubled up the belt, and weighing it in her hands, brought it down hard on the man's exposed butt. He stopped speaking, bewildered at the sudden blow, and suddenly screamed out aloud. Liz was delighted. There was no person miles around who would hear him scream, and she would enjoy his screams. It had been ages since she had made anybody scream in pain or even really punished anybody, not since that bank robber, she had caught and tormented for the whole night, and this man certainly deserved the punishment. The man started threatening her again, but Liz calmly explained what was happening. "you certainly haven't realized your position, boy. You are an escaped criminal, and I could simply kill you, and no court would convict me. I wouldn't even have to mention the attempted rape part. Just being an escaped convict would be enough for any jury. I could also dump you in the cold. Nobody would ever find you, with this storm. I'd enjoy watching you freeze to death, your balls turning blue. But I am not going to do that. I am going to extract revenge. You will be punished, beaten and raped. If you scream, its all the better, for there's nobody for miles around and I'd love to hear you scream." She let him think over what she had said for a few moments, before bringing her belt down on his ass hard. She enjoyed his scream and stood watching, studying his attempts to free himself, and the wild gyrations of his ass, which was turning red and was probably burning. She hit him again and then waited savoring his scream, and watching him squirm his burning ass in pain. She hit him on the soft underside of his ass now, bringing the belt up with a swing enjoying his scream of pain, realising that he was no longer cursing her. She hit him again, hard, drawing blood and he let out a sob. She continued beating him at a slow pace, making him wait for his next blow, studying the clenching and twisting of his butt. She spread the blows all over his ass and his thighs. His threats disappeared, and he was soon pleading to be spared the attentions of Liz's belt, promising never to touch another woman, and apologizing to Liz for what he had done. Liz knew she had him, but she also knew that she had to spend a lot of time with this man in this cabin, and she decided she had to break him completely. It had been quite some time since she had broken a person who was not a sub or a masochist, and well this guy deserved it. It was the only way to ensure thathe did not attack her again. She continued to rain her belt on him, concentrating on his butt and thighs. He was soon sobbing and begging for mercy, but Liz continued to beat him, delighted at his hysterical pleading and sobbing. Liz finally stopped as her arm was aching. She held the belt in her other hand but realized that it would not hurt him at all. She threw it on the ground and moved over to her bag, and took out her thick double dildo. She thought to herself that she was giving an altogether new meaning to the motto she had learnt as a girl guide - be prepared - and giggled to herself. The man heard her giggling and wished that this tough bitch had not rescued him and had left him to die in the cold. He saw her walk over to him, and felt her hand on his ass. She pinched the welts on his ass, making him squeal with pain, and he sobbed while pleading for mercy. "Mercy, you'll get no mercy from me. I try to save your life and you try to rape me. Well, now the tables are turned and you're going to feel what its like to be raped." He found her statement very strange until he felt her hands spreading his ass cheeks and exposing his puckered asshole. He felt her pry her finger, and then another and then a third one into the hole, plunging her dry fingers in and out of his virgin asshole muttering that he better be clean there. He felt something hard and thick against the puckered hole, and screamed in pain as she thrust something thick inside his dry asshole. Liz laughed as he screamed in protest and continued to rape his unlubricated asshole with her thick dildo. She taunted him, telling him to enjoy the rape of his asshole by her thick dildo, telling him he was probably enjoying it. She loved it when he started sobbing in pain and humiliation as she impaled him on her thick shaft. She told him to start thrusting his ass to meet the thrusting shaft, and when he did not do so, she threatened to take the belt to his ass again, and he immediately complied with her directions. He thrust his ass back towards her thrusting dildo as best as he could straining against his bonds and sobbing in abject humiliation. Liz was delighted and told him to express his thanks for the rape and also by describing what was happening. He described the fucking of his ass very graphically, and when he called her ma'm, Liz knew that she had him. She did not ask him his name, and started calling him her slutassslave. She had enjoyed fucking his ass but it was not enough for her. The dildo inside her pussy excited her but did not bring her release. For that, she wanted some direct clitoral stimulation. She untied the man, and tied his hands behind his back. She then dumped him face up on the floor and removing her double dildo from her pussy, sat down on his face. Her pussy was extremely wet, and the juices were running down her legs as if she had sprinkled water on her thighs. She caught the man by his hair and said "Slaveboy, you have tried to rape me, and deserve some punishment, which I will provide over the next few days that we spend in this cabin. But, you must learn your proper place and show that you can be trusted not to attack women if you want to live. The only way to do that is to completely submit to me. I am going to let you lick my pussy. If you are good, maybe I'll spare you further spanking for today, maybe, just maybe. But if you are not good, I am going to beat you with the buckle of my belt, and believe me the punishment you just had will seem like a pat on the back in comparison. Is that clear?" He answered with a meek 'yes, ma'm' which convinced Liz that he was good sub material. She slapped his face and told him to call her Mistress and he complied like a broken puppy. She plonked her pussy on his face and told him to start worshipping her. His tongue shot out tentatively. He had never put his mouth on a woman's pussy, and this one was virtually overflowing with juices. He licked the swollen lips and tried to thrust his tongue inside the slick hole and lapped up the juices that started flowing. It was almost as if his tongue set off a hidden switch. The juices flowed abundantly, too much for him to swallow and dripped down the sides of his mouth. Liz squirmed in ecstasy above him, controlling his movements by her hands on his hair. She made him lick the soft area between her pussy and asshole, and then also her asshole, smacking his face when he hesitated. She detected the aversion he showed when ordered to lick her asshole, and made him pay lavish attention to it, telling him to insert his tongue inside her back hole, her squeezing hands on his balls providing him with ample incentive to comply with her wishes. She loved her male subs to lick her sensitive asshole and she made him ream her asshole and also made him tongue-fuck her asshole for ages. When he complained that his mouth and face were stiff with pain and dryness, she offered to wet his mouth for him, but he understood what she had in mind and did not protest further. She made him continue to lick her pussy, tongue fucking it, lapping her juices, rubbing the lips on his nose and face for hours and hours until she had had enough orgasms to compensate for her past six months of near-celibacy. She finally got up and fetching her belt, turned the man around, gave him ten hard smacks on his butts and thighs, making him count each one aloud, and thank her for it, as well as ask for the next one. She put on her clothes which had dried by now, but left him naked, telling him that part of his punishment was that he remain naked to remind him of the rape of his ass, as also to let her know when his ass turned white again and deserved more punishment, so that she could turn it back to red again. She made him get up and untying his hands made him cook dinner for her which he served crawling on all fours. She mixed some leftovers in a bowl and made him lap it up, after which he went back to servicing her pussy with his mouth again. He protested once but she told him that the other option was to have his ass raped, and he did not say anything after that. Liz felt the need to pee, and took him to the loo, not trusting him to do something if left unsupervised. When she saw him eye her dripping pussy, she decided to break him further, and made him clean up the wet pussy by licking up the drops of pee that stuck to it and her hairy bush. She then tied him up, ankles to wrists and dumped him below the bed before she retired for the day. The next morning Liz woke up, purring in satisfaction, not realizing where she was but feeling sexually sated after a very, very long time. She soon remembered the events of the day before and chuckled when she remembered her new slave lying below her bed. Today, she would break him completely, she thought. She hauled him to the loo, making him kneel in front of her, his hands tied behind his back as she went about her business. She made him lick her pussy clean but that did not satisfy her. She kicked him so that he fell back on his back on the floor and sat on his face. She told him to lick her asshole clean, and when he objected she squeezed his balls and threatened not to take him back to prison, but to keep him as her personal slave training him to be a proper toilet slave. He wept as he started licking her asshole, inserting his tongue inside the hole and tongue fucking it, aided and spurred by her squeezing hands on his balls. She then made him lick her pussy for an hour before she was finally sated. She wished that there were hot water here, she would have made him scrub her back and give her a bath. Well, maybe she'd get an opportunity later. She untied him and told him to cook breakfast, serving it on his knees, and made him lap up the coffee from the saucer, and eat the leftovers she threw on the floor. After breakfast, it was back to licking her pussy, until lunchtime, and then again till dinner, with only two pee breaks and both times she pissed in his mouth and then made him pay special attention to her bush and pussy, licking it clean of the drops that remained. In between she retrieved her dildo and raped his ass twice. The next ten days were the same, and when the storm subsided, Liz returned with her new slave to town, a heroine for catching this dreaded criminal, the public not knowing that the outlaw had begged to be returned to jail, for the option was a lifetime of subservience to Liz. Of course, Liz did not tell him of the Domme prison warden who was her friend.