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Here is a clip from my latest erotic story. Find the whole first part of the story at the link below, and join in on the interactive story making! ?
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“In the wild, predators and prey play a game. This is the game I want to play with you tonight. I’ve been watching you – spotted your tall handsome frame across the bar about an hour ago. You don’t even know it, but the game has already started.”
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Thanks for your patience, folks. Here are the links for previous chapters:
(1) https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7wai45/unknown_society_chapter_one_rape_fantasy/
(2) https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7xd252/unknown_society_chapter_two_rape_fantasy/
**Early Morning**
Days have passed since I was captured. Master keeps me on the dog bed in the living room when I’m not pleasing him, cooking, or cleaning. He fucks me if I bend over, if I take too long performing a duty, or if he just feels like. I am no longer a person. I’m holes… and I’d be lying if I said I hated all of it.
If I’m a good girl and don’t talk back, I get a blanket for sleeping and more than just his semen to drink. If I ask the wrong question or misbehave, Master makes me pay for it. He continues to threaten to ruin my asshole, but he hasn’t yet… I’m thankful for that. I don’t think I can handle more pain.
When he sent me to bed last night he warned that we have an exciting day today. I wonder what he meant…
**Later Morning**
Please find Chapter One here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7wai45/unknown_society_chapter_one_rape_fantasy/
Sharp jabbing pains in my side woke me. A wool blanket covers my naked body, but I don’t remember when he covered me up. I must have been in a deep sleep. Another jab makes my eyes spring open. Ouch. There he is, hovering over me, poking my ribcage with his oversized foot.
“Get up, slut. You need a shower.” His voice is deep and overwhelming to my senses. Standing on shaking legs I follow his path to the shower. The hot water is already running, clouding up the mirror in a subtle fog. I get into the grey tile shower enclosure and immediately notice how far up the shower head is, water falling so far that when it reaches me, it stings a little. There is no curtain or door, only my new Master watching my every move.
Lather from the soap bar forms in my hand and I rub it over my body, scrubbing his crusted cum out of my tiny bushel of well-kept pubes. No matter how hard I scrub, I can’t help but feel dirty. He instructs me to wash my hair and get out. Obeying him, I scrub and rinse a cheap shampoo out of my black hair. He shuts the water off and hands me a fluffy grey towel.
**5:45am, May 17th, 2021:**
The early morning sun stung my eyes as they flickered open. I found my hand unconsciously rubbing the small square scar on the back of my elbow as I did every time my nightmares jolted me out of sleep. Shouldn’t I have less of them now? It’s been nearly two years since my escape. Something I will bring up with my therapist-turned-boyfriend in the morning.
**May 28th, 2019:**
My slender fingers and feminine palms were damp with sweat when the dark SUV pulled up in front of my studio apartment. This was the moment I would give into my biggest fantasy and finally be used by man sporting a wickedly huge cock. I was excited and nervous.
A guy named Jack had responded to my Craigslist ad saying “I think I’ve got what you want” with a photo attached. One huge veiny member, with a bottle cap sized birthmark above it, stared back at me from my tablet. I hit the reply button and we chatted a little. Truth be told, I wanted to know almost nothing. This was supposed to be a random hook up. My first of this sort of thing.
Part One: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7uoagu/amelia_and_lucile_part_one/
The first night single moms, Lucile and Amelia, spent together was a blur of intoxicating firsts. Amelia’s bed bared witness to sexual acts slow and obsessive in nature. The two curvy women discovered every tantalizing inch of each other. The very next morning was filled with an equal amount of excitement as Lucile opened her eyes to find Amelia staring at her, beaming.
“What is up with you?” she asked, her pre-coffee disdain for life abundant in her tone.
“LUCY! OMG. I have been waiting for you to open your eyes. Guess how many subscribers we got last night?? Just guess!” Amelia couldn’t hide her excitement as she watched Lucy rub the sleep out of her eyes and yawn.
“Um, I don’t know. We were at 75 last time we checked. So… Like 90?”
“Try 210 men. That’s over $1000 bucks, Lucy!”
Forgetting all about her need for java, Lucy grabbed Amelia’s hands and both of them jumped and danced on the bed. They were lost in a moment of pure bliss. Aware that their kids were still sleeping, they toned down their excitement and got dressed. Stopping between layers of lace thongs, yoga pants, and cute warm sweaters to kiss and grope each other. Their thirst for one another only growing.
**Girl’s night in gets interesting when a frank discussion of financial woes turns into heavy petting for strangers.**
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“Lucile!” Amelia called from her tiny apartment kitchen decorated with yellow tinged walls thanks to a previous smoking tenant.
“Girl, you’ve known me for months, please call me Lucy!”
“More wine, Lucy” laughter audible from under Amelia’s words. She didn’t need to hear the answer. It was always ‘yes’. She walked into her sparingly furnished living room and set the wine down on the coffee table. It clinked off the glass surface and the noise echoed.
“Shhhh. Don’t wake the monsters” Lucy whispered. Both of the girls enjoyed their wine nights together. What started as a way to get to know each other had turned into a night of venting, laughter, and far too much wine. Now, wine night called for bringing along the kids and having a sleepover.
Lucy aimlessly surfed the channels with the remote. She wasn’t focused on the television. “I am just so sick of working this dead end serving job to only afford a crappy two bedroom apartment and debt. When will we meet rich men and get to quit?”