Spycraft Lessons Part 3: Teacher’s Heavy Petting (M/F, Bondage, Purple Petals)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cs2xln/spycraft_lessons_sexual_interogation_fm_bdsm/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cuu8uh/spycraft_lessons_part_2_field_work_assignment_mf/)

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I should have been dropping off the package I just picked up, or writing up my report about how the mission went, or getting some rest. Instead, I was giggling like a schoolgirl, running through the night with my classmate, Jeriah.

After entrusting the package to the driver of the car that had picked me up, the two of us had been dropped off just outside the boy’s dormitory, since it was closer. Jeriah had snuck us in the back door, and the two of us loudly snuck through the quiet halls after everyone else had gone to bed.

Once we got to the shared bathroom that was on his floor, we went inside. I had kind of expected that the boy’s bathroom would be… I don’t know, dirtier? But the walls and floors were the same ceramic industrial white that was in our dorms, so I guess they weren’t that bad.

Luckily for us, the showers were at least slightly private, sectioned off into cubicles with a pair of curtains providing a pseudo airlock. It wasn’t much, but it meant that we had a chance of not being discovered if someone came in.

Spycraft Lessons Part 2: Field Work ASSignment [M/F, F/M/F, BDSM, Seduction, Threesome, Cheating, Rape (just in case)]

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cs2xln/spycraft_lessons_sexual_interogation_fm_bdsm/)

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“Come on, you have to give me more to work with,” I said, pleading. At the current moment I was sitting on a bed in the dormitory of one of my TA’s. By “sitting”, what I really meant was that I was laying on my back, my legs positioned indian-style vertically against the wall. My head was dangling over the edge of the bed, my hair hanging down.

I’m not usually prone to fidgeting, but dealing with Tyrone was starting to get to me. He had an almost robotically polite way of interacting with people. Friendly enough, but he didn’t react emotionally to anything anybody said to him.

He was sitting at his computer, his fingers danced across his keyboard like he was conducting an orchestra, the light from all three of his monitors reflecting against his glasses. Without stopping, he said, “I’m sorry, but that’s really all the details I can provide for you at this time.”

“This is dangerous business, Tyrone,” I replied, rolling over. “I could get killed, or if I’m discovered, I could get expelled. I need to know if you have my back on this.”

The Wrong Mark; an erotic vampire short [F/MM, Rape]

I wrote this a while ago. I don’t know if I’ll continue it, or in what capacity, but I thought people here might enjoy it. Trigger Warnings: Non-consent, violence.

**Downtown**
I walked down the sidewalk, my eyes locked on the pavement a few feet in front of me, scanning the darkness between street lights for anything that might trip me up. I was trying to concentrate on my breathing, trying to ignore the rumbling in my belly.

“Hey beautiful,” a young man’s voice called out. I pretended I didn’t hear him, just kept focusing on my breathing, my pace quickening slightly. This diet was playing hell on me.

The young man wasn’t alone. “Where are you walking too so late at night? You want an escort?” They were following me now. I was focusing on breathing. In 1-2-3-4, out 1-2-3-4. I kept walking, my head low, my hands tightening into fists in my pockets.

“You seem uptight,” the first guy said, walking up next to me. “Maybe we should have a little fun.” Keep calm, I told myself. Don’t do anything stupid. Focus on the fact that you have food at home waiting for you. Focus on your breathing.

Spycraft Lessons: Sexual Interogation [F/M, BDSM]

Hey everybody; here’s another short bit that I’m not really sure what to do with. Could be a decent setup for a longer story, but it’s kind of long winded for an intro. Hope people enjoy it!

“Seduction, temptation, and pleasure. These are the tools of the trade, and you will have to master them to pass this class.” Professor Gerfrid pulled down his glasses and looked around the room.

A few of the students had to suppress a giggle, and most of them were failing to hide nervous grins. I was too nervous for any of that. I swallowed, continued taking notes, and tried to keep my heart rate normal.

“Spycraft is dangerous work, and every one of you knew what you were signing up for. ‘The Honeypot’ is an extremely effective way of gathering intelligence. We will practice how to seduce someone and get them to spill their innermost secrets to you at a later time. For this week, we will be focussing on welding pleasure as a weapon.”

Amazon Overpowered; a Primal Switch story [F/M, BDSM, Rape]

TW: Rape, both female on male and male on female.

Fifty feet above the travelers, we passed through the trees without shaking a single leaf. My sisters and I had been sent out on a task, to retrieve breeding stock for our village, and after weeks of searching, we’d finally found some nice specimens.

“Look Kerolene,” my sister said, pointing to the shortest one. “You see how he seems weary from his journey, more so than the others? How he sweats and pants? You do not want him as your first. Take the handsome brute instead.”

I bit my lip, frowning. “You remember what the Matriarchs told us? How we cannot rely upon men to provide an inheritance of strength to our children? The one I’ve chosen is a scribe. He will provide intelligence and wisdom to my daughters.” Hulcolete rolled her eyes at me. We’d had this conversation more than once.

My reasoning could be accepted as legitimate among my tribe. It might even be praised by the elders, even if I was destined to be teased by my peers. But it wasn’t the truth. The truth was much more shameful.

The Wrong Mark; a Vampire Erotic Short [M/F][Non-con]

I wrote this a while ago. I don’t know if I’ll continue it, or in what capacity, but I thought people here might enjoy it. Trigger Warnings: Non-consent, violence.

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# Downtown

I walked down the sidewalk, my eyes locked on the pavement a few feet in front of me, scanning the darkness between street lights for anything that might trip me up. I was trying to concentrate on my breathing, trying to ignore the rumbling in my belly.

“Hey beautiful,” a young man’s voice called out. I pretended I didn’t hear him, just kept focusing on my breathing, my pace quickening slightly. This diet was playing hell on me.

The young man wasn’t alone. “Where are you walking too so late at night? You want an escort?” They were following me now. I was focusing on breathing. In 1-2-3-4, out 1-2-3-4. I kept walking, my head low, my hands tightening into fists in my pockets.

“You seem uptight,” the first guy said, walking up next to me. “Maybe we should have a little fun.” Keep calm, I told myself. Don’t do anything stupid. Focus on the fact that you have food at home waiting for you. Focus on your breathing.