Author: Valkadin

His Princess

Another dungeon completed. My virtual character danced in victory to the chipper sound that world of warcraft gave when you finished a boss fight. A typical Saturday afternoon of sitting in my room and playing video games. To my left, a black phone screen taunted me. I pouted slightly at it, wishing it would ring already.

I let out a sigh. Getting up, I left my room in search of snacks and water. I was just returning to my room when the phone chirped. I ran over to it, finding that the name of my beloved master, Elliot, was appearing on the screen. Part of me didn’t want to answer, to be that playful little rope bunny he was so enamored with. But the want to speak to him won out. I was thoroughly addicted to him, after all. Now if only he didn’t know that. I swiped right, answering the phone and pressing it to my ear.

“Hello, Master,” I answered cheerily.

“You took your time answering, little one. Everything okay?” Read more »

Streamer Turned Slave

I awoke to utter darkness, head pounding with the fury of a tribal drummer. My limbs felt stiff, the sweltering heat of wherever I was making the feeling exponentially worse. I tried shifting to my side, relive some of the tenseness. Only when I did had my senses flooded back to me.

Screaming loudly, I flailed about. My wrists were tied behind my back with what felt like tape, mouth full of some foul tasting rag, most likely a sock, and my ankles criss-crossed and unable to move. I kicked out, hitting metal and subsequently answering a couple of other questions. Somehow I’d been thrown in a tight trunk of a car. Oncoming traffic zoomed past the vehicle someone trapped me in, completely unaware.

With great difficulty, I tried to sort out the fog that was my thoughts. Hazy pictures of streaming another night of games with my friends followed quickly after what felt like a fight with my parents. Nothing hinted at how I got in this car, bound, gagged and utterly helpless. The thought made me scream all the louder, the foul taste getting worse with my mouth beginning to get wetter with fresh drool. Read more »

A Love of Two Elves [FF][Romance]

The sun shined on the golden and red domes of the city with an unfamiliar brightness. I’d not seen the city in many years, and when Naelyssa decided to go there after the fighting was done, she asked me to come along. I suppose everything here was more vibrant, given that the Burning Legion had been defeated. Though, my attention was more shifted towards the beautiful hero to my right.

Nae was a bit shorter than I with long raven black hair, usually pulled back in a bun of sorts with a messy look to it. I preferred to keep my hair, more or less, down. She looked absolutely stunning, with smooth skin and golden eyes that contrasted with the silver of mine. I’d often fantasized about the feel of that skin against mine.

Naelyssa and I met as the Nighthold had fallen to the heroes of Azeroth. She was one of the very champions that ascended the powerful fortress and unseated Elisande. Meanwhile, I was helping the civilians evacuated safely away from the fighting. I envied Naelyssa for that, but my role in the rebellion was equally important, some would say. We’d been friends ever since and closer each day. Read more »

Not So Prince Charming (Non/Con story)

Against the tinted glass windows of the restaurant, everything looked different to me outside. Below, a pastry stand where a man sold the sweetest treats, was the place I set for this mystery date to meet me. He was supposedly a long-time fan, and one that I checked out thoroughly before agreeing to meet up. The guy seemed normal-ish, but I only looked at a background check and social media check. Still, so much can be missed underneath that isn’t found in those two avenues.

My friend, Allie, had pointed him out to me. Said I need to get out of the house and stop moping after my last boyfriend dumped me. It was easy to write him off as another asshole, but the truth was, I laid myself out there to someone who I was warned would be a bad guy. Two months later, I threw him out of my apartment after suggesting I fuck his friend with him. Some dumb redhead that looked cracked out on drugs. She looked cute enough, but I wasn’t about to debase myself like I did in the stories I wrote. Being an erotica author, and a popular one, seems to appeal to the wrong crowd, especially as a girl who delves in BDSM. Is it so bad that I want a prince charming to sweep me off my feet like I was his princess? I’m lucky I haven’t run into anyone that’s tried to rape me or kidnap me. Read more »

Converting The Feminist Ch 8+9 (The end of the story)

I couldn’t believe my eyes. It’s every girl’s nightmare to be seen naked by her family. I just never imagined that nightmare including Tyler or the toys filling my orifices. Tyler was enjoying the view a lot more than my father. My father’s focus was more on Blake. Was there something I was missing?

“You shouldn’t have come here,” Blake barked at my father.

“I don’t really care. You shouldn’t have kept her for yourself, boy,” my father commented.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t ask or care for what you have to say,” Blake replied.

“Tyson, did though,” Tyler interjected.

Both Blake and I shifted our views to Tyler dumbstruck. Blake had mentioned his former boss’s name in passing but I’d never heard much about him. Tyler’s hands were dug deep into his pockets. At first I don’t know why I cared, until I saw the bulge of a pistol grip. They weren’t here for Blake at all.

“Kid’s got the right of it. You see Tyson is a businessman like me. So when I promised to pay five times the contract for my daughter, he couldn’t turn on you quick enough,” my father commented smugly. Read more »

Converting The Feminist Ch. 07

A month had passed since the fiasco of my sister visiting me. Kylie had tried at least a half dozen times to break in. Blake was so furious, I thought it would be impossible to talk him out of getting a restraining order. Talking down Kylie on the other hand was a bigger challenge.

Kylie had become convinced that I was being brainwashed and the truth wasn’t too far from that. I’d asked Blake to be the one that tries to make peace, maybe allowing me to go out with Kylie a few times. Kylie didn’t trust his olive branch and we were all back to step one.

Today’s olive branch included me going with Kylie to the mall to pick out some new clothes. Kylie was interested in getting me away from Blake, as was usual. Personally, I sought to collect some new sundresses and maybe a blouse. Emily had been worried about the deteriorating relationships between Kylie and I. When I asked if she wanted to come, Emily quickly declined. Read more »

Stalking A Mage [kindnapping][forced][bondage][gag][blindfolded][slavery]

“Boss, you sure about this contract?” Chatty said, his usual complaining getting on my nerves.

“It pays good money, Chatty, so shut it!” I barked.

Chatty, my magical weapon and source of most of my power, is a great tool, but he talks way too much for my liking. We accepted, well, I accepted a job and forced chatty along, to investigate a growth of undead in the blighted lands in North Wethric Moor, or for my personal shortness, North Moor.

The blighted lands have seen a lack of activity since the fall of the Black Knight. I wonder if those pesky Unknown just stopped caring about our world. Not that I cared much. My job is to get rid of the little buggers. The lands are as dreary as I last remembered them.

*Quick in, Quick out.*

Despite my mental order, the lands were never easy to traverse. Getting in and out quickly will not be so easy. I stick close to a path, if that’s what it could be called, acutely on guard for my targets. Unknown have a nasty habit of ambushing lone travellers. My plan, simple and easy, bait out the baddies and torch em with Chatty. Read more »

Converting The Feminist Ch6 [mf][masturbation]

“What do I even say to her?”

“The truth would be a good start, troublemaker.”

“Oh yeah, really? ‘hey sis, my husband kept me here against my will and planned to have me sold but I love him now so it’s fine.’ That ought to go well.”

“I think you’re overreacting.” I eyed Blake warily. He waved a hand dismissively at me.

Things would have been so much simpler to play off if Blake had just kept his cool. Instead, he grabbed my sister, despite my pleas, tossing her into one of the guest rooms. She barked and screamed, each word tearing apart my heart. I tried to follow Blake, but when I caught up, he threatened me with punishment.

I sat on the floor kneeling, tears flowing down my cheeks for the first time in four days. I promised myself to stay until I remembered what that magical turning point was that convinced me to marry Blake. Seeing Emily being dragged off by Blake only left me seething. If he hadn’t told me to sit, I might have done something I’d regret. Read more »

Converting The Feminist Ch5 [mf][bondage][gag][anal]

Four days had passed since I chose to stay with Blake. Things were getting better, thus weakening my resolve. Blake still did things both childish and made me think he was an asshole. Every day, I got progressively more freedoms. The first day after Tyler visited, I woke up uncuffed. Originally, I thought Blake simply forgot. It wasn’t until the next day that I started to suspect he would not have me cuffed to the bed every day.

Blake didn’t give me complete freedom. Every day, I woke up locked in the same room. Sometimes, Blake would sleep the night with me. He let me out of my cell every day, but only when I could be kept close. Dresses, blouses with skirts, heels, heavy makeup; I had become the stereotypical poster girl of femininity.

Sexually, Blake was amazing and devilishly evil. When he fucked me, it was wonderful. It was never just sex. If I said or forgot to say something he didn’t approve of, I was quickly gagged. Ball gags, tape over my lips, cloth shoved in my mouth, ring gags; I never wore the same gag twice in a row. Read more »

Converting The Feminist Ch4 [mf][bondage][gagged][consensual slavery]

After Blake threw me back in my room, I could tell how furious he was. I knew why too. Tyler spilled some information Blake hadn’t wanted me to know and was also trying to blackmail my husband into sharing me. If Blake was serious about me being his, I would be okay. Based on that and Blake’s history of being honest with me, I had a heavy feeling in my gut he’d turn me over.

While Blake and Tyler were arguing, I took the opportunity to pick at my tape bindings. I wished my nails were a bit longer as this would have been so much easier. It also didn’t help that Blake lift the nipple clamps on me. Every time I struggled too much or got frustrated, I would end up having my nipples tugged on.

Numerous attempts were made, but none succeeded, leading to my ultimate surrender. I laid in the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to refrain from throwing another fit or crying. I’d done more crying in the past few days than my entire life. Curiously, I wondered if I cried enough would my tear ducts dry up? Not crying ever again over the person who hurt me most would be a happy change. Read more »