Housewife Forced by Old School Friend [Mf, Noncon, Forced, Acquaintance, Literate]

Potential Triggers:

* Realistic rape
* Mild violence (hair-pulling, slapping and name-calling).

# Class of 2006: Alice

It was early-afternoon on a Thursday when the doorbell rang. Alice had been upstairs sorting through her drawers, seizing on her unexpected free time to do a little spring cleaning. Having indulged the obligatory “who the hell could that be?” as she’d at the same time tried to decide whether or not to keep this or that set of bureaucratic correspondences, she’d stood amidst the mess of papers and ephemera that surrounded her and flounced her way from the bedroom downstairs to the door.

When she opened it, there was a man looking in at her. His face was beaming, his dark brown eyes glinting brightly in the sun.

“Alice!” he’d cried, appearing incapable of containing his joy, “Alice Patterson!”

Alice peered back at him, still a little preoccupied with the letters and the mess upstairs:

“Oh… Hello.” The utterance confounded her, for the man had not just used her name, but her maiden name as well.

He continued:

“It’s so nice to see you again! After all these years!”

Housewife Forced by Old School Friend [Mf Noncon Forced Acquaintance Literate]

Potential Triggers:

* Realistic rape
* Mild violence (hair-pulling, slapping and name-calling).

# Class of 2006: Alice

It was early-afternoon on a Thursday when the doorbell rang. Alice had been upstairs sorting through her drawers, seizing on her unexpected free time to do a little spring cleaning. Having indulged the obligatory “who the hell could that be?” as she’d at the same time tried to decide whether or not to keep this or that set of bureaucratic correspondences, she’d stood amidst the mess of papers and ephemera that surrounded her and flounced her way from the bedroom downstairs to the door.

When she opened it, there was a man looking in at her. His face was beaming, his dark brown eyes glinting brightly in the sun.

“Alice!” he’d cried, appearing incapable of containing his joy, “Alice Patterson!”

Alice peered back at him, still a little preoccupied with the letters and the mess upstairs:

“Oh… Hello.” The utterance confounded her, for the man had not just used her name, but her maiden name as well.

He continued:

“It’s so nice to see you again! After all these years!”

Grainy Video from the Office Storeroom [M-f, noncon, blackmail, office]

**WARNING**: This story contains the following potential triggers:
– Nonconsensual sexual activity
– Blackmail
– Spousal infidelity

#Grainy Video from the Office Storeroom

The room was stone-floored, uncarpeted with bare-brick walls. It was small, not much larger than a utility room in an apartment basement. There were no windows – a naked bulb hung from the ceiling, its brilliant light casting shadows in disorganised patterns on the floor and walls, the shifting dark profiles of the sparse but functional furniture. Alison was standing, her knuckles tightly gripping the back of a rustic wooden chair staring at the grainy black and white images that played on the monitor on Jack’s desk. Jack himself stood by a filing cabinet in the corner opposite the only entrance; there was no reason for him to view the images that flickered on the screen, he had seen them multiple times before.

Even beneath the thick layers of her make-up, Jack could see the colour draining from Alison’s face. Her lips were tightly pursed – thin at the best of times, but now compressed like shards of sharpened crystal. Her knuckles whitened on the back of the chair, her stomach churned and her eyes were fixed – glinting brown irises swelling with a dawning realisation.

Office Girl Blackmailed by Security Staff – [M-f][Office][Blackmail][Noncon]

**WARNING**: This story contains the following potential triggers:
– Nonconsensual sexual activity
– Blackmail
– Spousal infidelity

#Grainy Video from the Office Storeroom

The room was stone-floored, uncarpeted with bare-brick walls. It was small, not much larger than a utility room in an apartment basement. There were no windows – a naked bulb hung from the ceiling, its brilliant light casting shadows in disorganised patterns on the floor and walls, the shifting dark profiles of the sparse but functional furniture. Alison was standing, her knuckles tightly gripping the back of a rustic wooden chair staring at the grainy black and white images that played on the monitor on Jack’s desk. Jack himself stood by a filing cabinet in the corner opposite the only entrance; there was no reason for him to view the images that flickered on the screen, he had seen them multiple times before.

Even beneath the thick layers of her make-up, Jack could see the colour draining from Alison’s face. Her lips were tightly pursed – thin at the best of times, but now compressed like shards of sharpened crystal. Her knuckles whitened on the back of the chair, her stomach churned and her eyes were fixed – glinting brown irises swelling with a dawning realisation.

Dark Immersion: Tools and Concepts [Dark Erotica][Dark][Philosophy][Theory][Taboo Erotica][Horror Erotica][Taboo][Essay][VR][Virtual Reality][Noncon][Dubcon][Forced Fantasy][CNC][NC][BDSM][Dark Romance][Dark Fantasy][Critical Theory]

I thought I’d share this. It is taken from a collection of essays *(*[*Towards a Theory of Dark Immersion*](https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1113926/?ref=BlackScreen)) which discuss the emergence of Dark Immersion in virtual culture (a concept for which *Dark Erotica* is just one example).

The general hypothesis is that it is the structure of a culture which creates the conditions under which certain kinds of thought and experience are possible. The essays take the Foucaultean idea that through the modern era, sex was *deployed* rather than *repressed*, and that in the electric networked age, sex (abstracted into ‘sexual fantasy’) provides a means of enmeshing nervous systems in what we call *immersive experience*.

The essays focus on Marshall McLuhan, Jean Baudrillard and Georges Bataille and consider Bataille to have been the first man to properly experience the shift from a mechanical rational age to an electric immersive age. What we call ‘immersion’ is the complete involvement of the nervous system in artificial phenomena and other nervous systems. Sexual intensity is one means by which nervous systems can be involved in other nervous systems; the degree of immersion and the intensity of involvement may depend on the extremity of the experience. This then is the key to *Dark Immersion* – it is the use of extreme sexual and emotional experiences to deeply involve nervous systems in reciprocal mutually beneficial games with each other.

Grainy Video from the Office Storeroom [Mf, blackmail, rape, coercion, mindgames, noncon, office sex, secretary, abuse, power exchange, infidelity, forced, oral, perv, nonviolent, rough, sleazy, guilt, humiliation, shame, adultery]

**WARNING:** This story contains the following potential triggers:
– Nonconsensual sexual activity
– Blackmail
– Spousal infidelity

You can find many other stories that I’ve written (including a part 2 for this story) [here at Smashwords](https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/BlackScreen/?ref=BlackScreen).

**Grainy Video from the Office Storeroom**

The room was stone-floored, uncarpeted with bare-brick walls. It was small, not much larger than a utility room in an apartment basement. There were no windows – a naked bulb hung from the ceiling, its brilliant light casting shadows in disorganised patterns on the floor and walls, the shifting dark profiles of the sparse but functional furniture. Alison was standing, her knuckles tightly gripping the back of a rustic wooden chair staring at the grainy black and white images that played on the monitor on Jack’s desk. Jack himself stood by a filing cabinet in the corner opposite the only entrance; there was no reason for him to view the images that flickered on the screen, he had seen them multiple times before.