"Hey missy, you want to learn to take a hit!"
Krista sneered and said she didn't smoke...The cross around her neck that dangled between her fine tits shimmered in the light.
I saw this as my golden opportunity.
"Krista, I'll teach you how to take a hit! Get down on your hands and knees, bitch!"
A bunch of the guys started laughing, but I was serious.
"Fuck off," Krista said.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife and some duct tape and came back to the living room. I approached Krista from the back and
grabbed her right arm and twisted it behind her back painfully. She yelped and cried for help, but everyone stood around and watched. I forced
her to her knees and then down to the ground. With some help while sitting on her back, I secured both her hands behind her back with duct
tape.
She was screaming her head off for help, but I put an end to that by taping her mouth shut. I leaned down and whispered in her ear,
"You're mine little bitch. The more your struggle, the more fun this will be for me."
I cut some more duct tape and used it to bind her ankles together. I grabbed her blonde hair and yanked it back, like I was riding a horse...