Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 1) [F][MF][Fsub][Reluc][Exh][ENF][College][SciFi][AltReal]

**Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 1)**

**[F][MF][Fsub][Reluc][Exh][ENF][College][SciFi][AltReal]**

Note: I’m trying something a little different here, story-wise, so if you have any feedback, I’d appreciate it. Otherwise, enjoy…

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Regina was running late. It wasn’t necessarily abnormal for her, but it was problematic on her first day at college. She wasn’t the brightest of students, one of the reasons she was attending Willoughby Academy, a specialty college in backwoods Massachusetts rather than some ‘real college’—as she called—anywhere else. She’d been dropped off the night before, having already missed the first day of move-in and campus orientation, since her mother had been called into work and later caught in traffic. Regina wasn’t really mad about that, but it was one more thing frustrate her with her mother. Somehow, it was apparently still Regina’s fault in her mother’s eyes. That night, she was ushered right up to a temporary dorm room. Today was academic orientation. She’d be assigned a roommate, a room, and move forward from there. Regina had hoped to make a good impression, especially as her mother made a big point about the strings that had been pulled to get her into Willoughby.

The Games She Plays (Part 5) [FF][MFF][voy][exh][reluc][mast][ENF][blkmail]

**The Games She Plays (Part 5) [FF][MFF][voy][exh][reluc][mast][ENF][blkmail]**

**Part 5**

For a week, she checked the Asocial Network, seven days, and in some respects, she was ‘proud’ that she managed to do six of the seven tasks they asked of her. Friday’s was for her to wear nothing but shower shoes every time she went to the bathroom in her dorm, but there were way too many people in the dorms on Fridays—at all hours—for her to be brave enough to do that. She only heard from Morel on Saturday, after a day of wearing a sundress with no panties. He sent her some pictures one of the other ‘players’ had taken of her. Regina was surprised to see that she exposed herself a handful of times over the day, not keeping her legs together, at one point, sitting on the quad lawn with one of her knees drawn up and showing off, well, everything. The more she thought of it, it wasn’t surprising that she’d forgotten, at points, that she wasn’t wearing any panties, it was more that her photo-stalker had managed to get all those pictures, over the course of a day, without her ever noticing.

The Games She Plays (Part 4) [MF][voy][exh][reluc][mast][ENF][blkmail]

**The Games She Plays (Part 4) [MF][voy][exh][reluc][mast][ENF][blkmail]**

**Part 4**

She checked online to see if the hackers had even noticed that she’d done her task, and she was surprised to see a little check mark next to the original note. They were fast, or they had spies everywhere. She stripped down to actually get dressed, underwear and all, when a message popped up.

Morel: Do you ever wear clothes, Red?

Regina: I was changing and you just *somehow* managed to catch me naked.

M: The coach seemed to like it.

R: Did you let him know I was going to be there?

M: He’s the track coach, I imagine he’s there a lot. Bad or good luck, depending on how you look at it. It turns out we had access to his machine, too, so we thought you might want to see this.

Folders popped up with pictures of her. He’d even managed to quietly snap some pictures of Regina stretching. She blushed at the near-pornographic views of her body. She saw videos, and saw him undress, getting them both towels before their shower. He popped a little blue pill in the process.

The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]

Note: Part 2 ran long (and I f’ed up the title), so here’s part 3…

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**The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

**Part 3**

Later that evening, after dinner with a book, Regina went back to her room to find her roommate Julie just leaving.

“If anyone asks for me, I’m gone for the weekend. Me and some friends are going to see a concert in Vegas, so I’m skipping class tomorrow.” She grabbed a carry-on bag and left Regina alone in the room. It was Thursday, and she didn’t have a class until the next afternoon, so she grabbed one of the bottles of wine she kept hidden in her footlocker and uncorked it, pouring some into a little clear plastic cup. She took a drink and thought about calling one of her friends, but she had the whole weekend for that. She found herself glancing at her laptop, then sitting down, first convincing herself that she was just checking FacePlace, but after few minutes, she was sitting there in nothing but her panties and loading up the secret page. She didn’t even have to enter her code again, it just told her ‘Welcome Regina’ and she was back to browsing through the dorm maps again. She checked on the girls she’d seen in the showers that morning, and saw some new videos and pictures, and she clicked on one time stamped after their showers. They were both naked, one of them sitting at the computer, but getting up as they both started drying off some more and getting out clothes for the day.

**The Games She Plays (Part 2) [F][MF][FF][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

**The Games She Plays (Part 2) [F][MF][FF][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

Note: Link to Part 1 is in the comments section.

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**Part 2**

Regina took her laptop back to her room, half scared to open it up, but she trusted Indira to know what she was doing. She opened her computer and saw that the folders of pictures were still there. Indira hadn’t deleted anything, and while Regina didn’t know much about computers, she saw the files were buried deep in the system of computer, folder within folder, within folder. She closed some of the open pictures but found herself looking at the screencaps of Indira smiling in her nudity. She wasn’t shy, and part of Regina wondered why she wasn’t willing to share her photos with IT rather than hers, but it did kind of look like Indira was showing off for the webcam, while Regina’s pictures had hidden camera quality to them. She opened a video and saw herself standing naked in front of the mirror from the other night. She hadn’t paid attention at the time, but she was touching her breasts and running her hand through her bush in a surprisingly suggestive way. Regina hoped her friend would be sparing with the pictures and not show any of the videos.

The Games She Plays (Part 1) [F][voy][exh][reluc][ENF]

**The Games She Plays (Part 1) [F][voy][exh][reluc][ENF]**

Regina spent every night before bed on FacePlace. She wasn’t the only one at college, of course, but with her it was part of her nightly routine: finish her reading, brush her teeth, get undressed, put on pajamas (or a nightgown if it was warm), and sit down in front of her laptop with a cup of tea to read what was going on in everyone’s lives. Her roommate had a more hands-on approach to the world, out almost every night, drinking, partying, half the time not even sleeping in her own bed. It wasn’t that Regina was a goody-two-shoes, she just liked to keep her private life private, and quiet evenings on the computer helped with that.

She read up on her old high school friends, made a few off hand comments to pictures and updates, and browsed through what others had shared. She saw one of those surveys, they kind that tell you what kind of Potter character you are, or Star Trek, or whatever was in the theaters that week. Most of them were probably invented by marketers, but fun, regardless. “What kind of FacePlace user are you?” One of her high school friends commented: ‘Guess I’m a Creeper…lurking, never sharing. How about you?’ She’d shared it with a lot of people.

Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1) [MF][FF][ENF][Exh][Fantasy][HP Wizards]

[Editor’s Note: This is a piece I wrote on commission, but was abandoned by the original requester after one round due to it being non-canon HP fiction. I was clear that I wouldn’t write about characters I grew up with banging each other (I have *some* scruples), but it is what it is. I offer it to you all, gratis.]

**Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1)**

Here I was a First-Year—in university, this time—but a First-Year nonetheless. Magical university, I would learn, was nothing like and *exactly* like magical grade schooling, all the hassles, the fun, the trouble, but maybe the stakes were higher, this was my future, after all. Much in the sense that I wasn’t good enough to get into Hogwarts, I also wasn’t good enough to get into the university-level version of it—a university so elite, it’s not even possible to utter its name unless you attend or graduated from it. So, I went to Burrlumps through my Eighth Year, and now I was in northern Scotland at Baeladees.

It’s a Man’s World? – Part 2 [FF][AltReal][Reluc][ENF]

**It’s a Man’s World? – Part 2: Tuesdays Are the Worst**

[Beth Ambrose finds herself stranded in world different from her own. She attempts to find her way, but is learning the little things are often a big deal.]

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The commute to work was uneventful, though metro cars were packed, and midway through her ride, she felt a hand on her ass. She turned around to snap at the guy, and saw immediately that he was ‘phased out’, as Katherine had said, staring at her and muttering what could politely be described as sexual fantasies.

“Don’t you hate it when it’s this busy?” A woman next to her said. “Tuesdays are the worst. The same guy tried to undo my pants yesterday. Hey, buddy,” she snapped at him, “close your eyes and wait it out. There’s isn’t enough room in here to breathe let alone rub you out.” The woman looked back to Beth. “Sometimes you just have to ignore it, but this guy should’ve known better getting into a car crowded with women, even if it’s cold and we’re all covered up.” Beth glanced back over her shoulder. The guy’s hands were at his side and he had his eyes closed, breathing in a steady, almost meditative, manner. “He’s had some workplace training,” the woman continued. “A lot of guys would just take care of themselves right here. I had my favorite blouse stained beyond salvage a month ago…honestly, I don’t know why we let them ride with us.” She muttered.

It’s a Man’s World? [MF][AltReal][Reluc]

[Hello all, here’s a story I’ve been toying around with, ten pages or so. This is all I have so far, but I thought you might enjoy it. It is *kind of* a FemDom story, but not in the way you might be thinking. It’s a “what if?” kind of concept, a sexier Twilight Zone, if you will. Feel free to comment.]

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**It’s a Man’s World?**

Bethany Ambrose, Beth to her friends, was nervous about her interview. It was her first major opportunity outside of college, a real job possibility rather than an internship or a training program that *might* lead to a job. Brannon Industries was one of those indeterminate mega-corporations, they did a little bit of everything, and did very well on the stock market. As she entered the corporate center, one of half-a-dozen such buildings across the US, she adjusted her jacket and skirt and stepped up to the security desk.

“I’m here for a ten AM interview,” she said, trying to sound confident. The security guard looked her up and down from behind his desk.

Mr. Mxyzptlk and the Wonders of Woman: Part 2 [F][M]artian[Reluc][Exhib][Huml][Comic Book]

[Note – Part 1 is titled, oddly enough, “Mr. Mxyzptlk and the Wonders of Woman: Part 1” and can found on this very subreddit. Sorry, links are not allowed.]

**Part 2: The Unmaking of Wonder Woman, Well, Her Clothes, At Least**

Wonder Woman was locked in her room. Neither the Flash nor Martian Manhunter would answer her calls, and she assumed they were working on her problem, but it had apparently been decided to avoid contact with her. She didn’t bother putting on more clothes, knowing they’d only shrink on her anyway. She opted to put on her already morphed silk robe, lounging on her bed and watching reality TV for several hours. She found it fascinating, the yelling, the in-fighting, they way the people dressed and talked. She recognized her speech pattern from many of the women, the outfit choices too. Mortals were strange.

At six, Martian Manhunter phased through a wall with a tray of food and drink, wine, which was nice, as Amazon’s didn’t consider food a meal without wine. He set the food at her side table and waited.